Friday, March 14, 2008


the yester days memories 
still repugnant;
yet looking forward 

to another daze,
that the dawn shall bring.
do not ridicule 

a soul in a creative void;
a shell is all i am,
that rattles with the remnants

of the vision of yester years;
which once held court 
in absolute glory.

5 smoke wisps:

Shamanth said...

God! That's heavy!

It is the rising after that teaches better than the fall itself.

Meghana Naidu said...

It is indeed. your intuitiveness is refreshing :)

Shamanth said...

wow! are we reading between lines a bit too much here : ?

Meghana Naidu said...

LOL are you?

all i meant was, 'most' people(read: not my blog followers:P )
usually see the darkness in it all and almost pass it off as emo.

But they dont realise that you need to paint the black to see white.

Shamanth said...

hehe...i guess i am! :D
but i get your point.

nicely put - black before white :D

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