A lonesome mirror, a can of beer
A feeling distraught, a mighty fear
A glaring sun, a pile of sand
A dusky lad, a one-time cad
A morning dew, a withered leaf
A guilty conscience, a broken wing
An addicted soul, a moment to regress
A mad contorted smile, a time to redress
A broken heart, a gloomy forest
An empty nest, a time for test
A mellow feeling, a joint or two
A willful struggle, a day ought to
A new morning, a flash of light
A dream past with the night gone by
A time to rhyme, an hour to whine
A story untold, a reason to unfold
---Priyam Mukherjee
A feeling distraught, a mighty fear
A glaring sun, a pile of sand
A dusky lad, a one-time cad
A morning dew, a withered leaf
A guilty conscience, a broken wing
An addicted soul, a moment to regress
A mad contorted smile, a time to redress
A broken heart, a gloomy forest
An empty nest, a time for test
A mellow feeling, a joint or two
A willful struggle, a day ought to
A new morning, a flash of light
A dream past with the night gone by
A time to rhyme, an hour to whine
A story untold, a reason to unfold
---Priyam Mukherjee
dude, i had no idea that u write...i also had no idea that u write bloody well...this is good stuff man..keep going n rocking..
ReplyDeletethis is siddhartha by the way...thats the title of my blog..
ReplyDeletei was goin through your blog a few days back. got inspired and wrote this one down. you write really good bro.
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