I often ask myself, Where am I?
What I see, is it the truth or a lie?
Walking down with the milling crowd;
With everything around me so noisy and loud..
I don't know where things are heading;
I got no clue so just end up waiting..
The horizon ahead offers a glimmer of hope;
But right now, with reality am trying to cope..
I often ask myself, Where am I?
What I see, is it the truth or a lie?
The answer maybe is inside me;
At the right time, I'll break free..
And things will fall into place soon;
After which I can finally swoon..
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Beautiful! Amin your blogs are a wonderful read. ck
AB,
this poem sums up everything I feel,no i m not depressed,just confused,u seem so busy these days, we barely talk... miss the good old days. when ever u find time, please email me. i need to sort out a few feelings.
(p.s. i m really glad ur happy n busy now...)
(p.s.s. gone bride shopping yet? :P)
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