Sun rises with a new hope
I’m on my way to my routine life
As usual in search of a heart
A way full of matches
Sharing their next life
Every face is bright like sun
And my pale face kept laughter
A smile with a pain
But represents a quipster
A melody which sings about a satisfied love
And my lips recite a poem of dark sun
like the sound of rills
Some foot steps were heard
With sound of sea
Many laughter were heard
Every eyes pointing towards me
And saying about my non existence
What every had done, or is doing
I didn’t or not doing
I’m not unhappy with my life in that way
But I’m unhappy with these words
And my GUZARISH to them is
Let my existence may not be there in this unreal world
I wish to live in real world…
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Author:
nikhil PS (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2011 10:32
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Almost bittersweet, and so beautifully like you....I love it for that! What is "guzaarish" a dream? I like that you want to live in the real world....I guess I do not quite understand it...that is where you are walking, therefore you mean that you do not wish to live in a dream?
no chechi..... GUZARISH is a hindi word actually which means request,
and its my request that i want this world as in real.....
Okay, thank you very much for explaining....I see...good point, best to live in the real world than a dream....though I love to dream.....ur chechi
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