I am staring at the empty space
That was once a busy place
People running to and fro
Each on their own brisky pace.
All of them have gone home,
To a person who they truly belong
I wish I could come home to you
And cuddle you when I felt so blue
Life has been such a thorny road
Petals and flowers, so it showed
Hiding the pain that lied beneath
Bleeding my heart until death.
I wish you were here
Sitting next to me
Staring at the stars above
Talking of the things we love.
About Me
- Prax
- I want to be the wind, fly across the world. I want to be the earth, feed the world off its hunger. I want to be the river, quenching the thirst of the thirsty. I want to be free, free of everything that ties me down... a free man is what i want to be!
8 comments:
Very touching poem .... perhaps I wouldn't call it nice, because it exudes so much of sadness .... but very touching indeed.
@ Sigma -
:-) Back after a long time. Keep coming
PM, I have always been around :-))
But I am a great follower of the advise - if you have nothing to say, say nothing :-)
So, sometimes, when I think I cant add anything useful or amusing to the discussion I keep quiet :-D
And oh, add my heartfelt appreciation to my list of "when to speak" things :-)
Ahaaa !! You too ?? I never knew of your such hidden talent.
Very nice & touchy poem it is.
Very well written poem... missing someone lately?
@ Sigma
Interesting Concept of 'when to speak'. Will try to learn that.
@ Cuckoo
Hidden Talent????
@ The Black King
Do you read minds? ;) Welcome to my blog...
Oh yes,,,, I never saw it before ! :P
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