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WHICH WAY OUT?

Here I see a sinking ship.
Only me in it…
Slowly the water
Reaches my feet…
I can’t swim. I can’t think.
The brain is numb,
The feet are frozen.
The hands don’t move,
The tongue is parched.
What’s the point?
Why even try?
Let’s sit here.
Let’s go down…
The eyes soak in
The lovely blue
Of the sky and the sea-
A blue that seems so new.
What’s there in life?
Never saw this blue
When I lived…
Did I live?
Did I love?
Was I loved?
Who will cry?
And for how long?
Doesn’t matter now…
I don’t care…
Let’s wait and watch…
Let’s be one with the blue…
Here I sink…
Or do I rise?
I embrace the blue.
But I don’t feel wet anymore.
Sea or sky?
Where am I?
Am I free?
“Never” cried a voice.
And I touched the old soil
Of love, hatred and recoil…
Even death played a trick
I feel so sick…
A betrayed little dog
Back on earth to slog…

Comments

  1. SUKTI2 March 2012 at 21:12

    besh valo...

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  2. madhurita2 March 2012 at 21:29

    wow! pretty good! :)

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  3. Whimsical Words3 March 2012 at 01:26

    Loved it...

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  4. Abhsk6 March 2012 at 11:44

    " “Never” cried a voice.
    And I touched the old soil
    Of love, hatred and recoil… " loved dese lines

    although out of place but somehow the begining gave me d essence of the last scene of Titanic.. Great Job Done :)
    Period !

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