July 5, 2010

future museum!

So many presents have turned into prehistoric,historic,found inside museum,outside museum [hearts not included].here is one such encounter:
 Songs n singing,
 like the blowing dust,
 i have left behind.
 Sandy thirst has created mirage.
 Under my emotions,
 with the unstable legs
  i have been walking on.
 It was-
 until i collided against
 a door,
 that was a museum's.
 it opened thrashly with an
 ingrating sound
 as unwilling to welcome my
 desperate incoming,
 i thrust myself in anyhow,
 licking my dry lips
 as watering hope against hope,
 not to expel from heart-
 the aim of my search,
 suddenly-
 caught my glances
 a showcase.To my surprise,
preserved, it was having:
 THE LOVE!

4 comments:

  1. awesome...
    dad u r great...
    kya wordings hai...

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  2. awesome dad...
    kya wrdings hai...

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  3. How simply the poem captures the pain and agony one goes through to find a true love...sad but beautiful poem it is... :)

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  4. interesting blog, i will visit ur blog very often, hope u go for this website to increase visitor.Happy Blogging!!!

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