In all the presumed brightness,
i wasnt aware of the killing darkness;
Uptill i saw my dream,
which took me to madness;
Dream which itself has flickered,
but am still lingered;
Screaming to turn away,
trying to run away;
Falling into the bottomless pit,
I just see the blinking ray of dream;
But i cant TURN AWAY,
even when its taking me to madness;
I have been charmed by the dream,
in all presumed brightness.
Ravindra Vikram Singh is an advocate practicing at various courts in Delhi. This blog as the title suggest soliloquy, is a monologue on this perception of drama of life and society. Views are personal.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
but am waiting.....
i got some roses,
wrote some proses;
roses have withered,
proses are dead;
but still am waiting,
and the fone isnt ringing;
mistakes am thinking,
deserted am roaming;
hopes are dieing,
death isnt coming;
am not chasing,
but am waiting.....
wrote some proses;
roses have withered,
proses are dead;
but still am waiting,
and the fone isnt ringing;
mistakes am thinking,
deserted am roaming;
hopes are dieing,
death isnt coming;
am not chasing,
but am waiting.....
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Ravindra Vikram Singh is an advocate practicing at various courts in Delhi. This blog as the title suggest soliloquy, is a monologue on this perception of drama of life and society. Views are personal.