frist a big welcome to myself....and thanx to that guy who hacked my blog http://winterdepths.blogspot.com
rit now i have nothing new happening in life so wait for few days for the resurrection...till then a copy paste of an old post
Am I There?
Am I there or is it my shadow?
Huddled inside the obscene depths,
Last time saw them
Their eyes were empty,
Floating in the mist of void
Staring back from the glass window,
And at night one see twisted shadows
That crawls over the brick walls.
There were many at that lonely palace,
Where one little hills met thousands of plains.
The wind cried low over the winter sky,
I have not heard any…The ceased noises of some sudden flame,
And our silence keeps on piling upOver the solitude of brick walls,
I shut the door in fear of that barren landI pretend of dreams…
I am not there,
I am happy behind the depths of brick walls.
Twenty-five years of self- analysis and brooding over the annual statistics, that regulates every inch round and around us. And always ending up at lowest lines of the society, probably sending relationships to the other side of the moon. Fortunately there is always someone to walk with…. I screamed silently. Probably I was growing to become half-moon or probably into a falcate stiletto to cut all those inheritance whenever their authority challenged me. I was growing into a feathered many-headed monster. Twenty-four years back everyone was waiting for a future inside my mother’s womb, and one night I arrived. Sometimes I feel, that my arrival was a forced one. A future that no one expected.... So here I am with mariners in the middle of nowhere and some natives of ‘Lotus Land’ my story moves….
