Friday, February 8, 2013

The Failed Poetry..

It was a hot night that day, I sat at the window feeling gray,
What did I lose and what did I gain?
The expected  normalcy in me, wish I could feign.
Too many steps I walked, too many things I talked,
How does it matter, what does it pay?

There things I want, and things that want me,
But, how can I choose between fantasy and the fucking reality?
Today, all I know is that my only option is that of running away,
Needless to say, I sat that day at the window feeling gray..

1 comment:

  1. Aaaah!! the pensive moments.. expensive moments :)

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