Prince's song has inspired me to write a few lines to what i think what its like when doves cry...
when the fight's all gone out of you...
when all that remains are ashes and feathers of the dance of life
when the cry of an innocent embeds itself in your soul
you cry, you laugh, both at the same time, knowing no one can hear you
wishing that someone would
when you watch yourself in the mirror as you cry
amused at how distorted your face can look
when dreams change or when you have no more
no wish to dream anymore
no new paths to create
melancholy sets in
creativity dies
desires melt away
distant dreams remain so
life is nowhere close to what you imagined it would be
what's happening to me?
am i dying a new death?
living a new life?
is this how it is when doves cry?
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8 comments:
I have always believed in the power
of words.There comes inspiration to
look at life in a brighter light
and then I read these few lines
which paint my feelings exactly as
they are.
:)
bloody difficult english...
being a marian does not help this far
no coments for this post. it must have been good.
skeeter ko bhi nahi samajh aayi lagta hai
yuk yuk yuk!!!! he he he
Gnome bhaiya a.k.a drozzy ko bata dena ki is poem ka comment maine verbally diya tha aapko miss PS! HUH!
skeety and gnome: hehehe i am so enjoying this! bring on a war of words!
madsnow: thanks for your words, its nice to kno they touched a chord with SOMEONE :)
fbnahiiiii first u tell him dat i did comment on fone. abhi! tell him!
Don't know which I enjoyed more... the articles or the comments :)
PS: cmon.... don't dishearten a kid.
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