bhamtya
07-25-2010, 04:53 AM
I dedicate dis to sum1 who made my lyf worth living.....
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IT ALL STARTED........
it all started when d sun hid his face
behind d clouds of grey
and d meadows swayed with d breeze
and the shrine bells began 2 pray
i sat on d stile looking up
into d dazzling sky so blue
my thoughts travelled d depths of seas
and into d streets brand new
i waited for a click in my head
so that i cud create a rhym
bt words failed for so many days
i wasted my precious time
and now d time has cum
for me to write something
its high time i make a effort
to grow up and stretch my wings
i touch d keys n d rhyme comes
into my head all of a sudden
its like i hav lived for this moment
its for this dat i carry dis burden
i wrote a-many poems before
bt never hav i failed in first few lines
bt today its like i hav lost my touch
its for my follies i pay dese fines
d stile is bent because of my weight
d road is ignored wid a sudden thot
d natures tries to gain my attention
bt my focus isnt dis easily bought
my mind is concentrating on my work
a piece of creativity i enjoy to write
i dont care whether d world is doomed
i hav already taken a bitter bite
i m writing dis for u
maybe dis is my last one here
bt its a piece of my novelty
i hope u will store it, my dear!
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IT ALL STARTED........
it all started when d sun hid his face
behind d clouds of grey
and d meadows swayed with d breeze
and the shrine bells began 2 pray
i sat on d stile looking up
into d dazzling sky so blue
my thoughts travelled d depths of seas
and into d streets brand new
i waited for a click in my head
so that i cud create a rhym
bt words failed for so many days
i wasted my precious time
and now d time has cum
for me to write something
its high time i make a effort
to grow up and stretch my wings
i touch d keys n d rhyme comes
into my head all of a sudden
its like i hav lived for this moment
its for this dat i carry dis burden
i wrote a-many poems before
bt never hav i failed in first few lines
bt today its like i hav lost my touch
its for my follies i pay dese fines
d stile is bent because of my weight
d road is ignored wid a sudden thot
d natures tries to gain my attention
bt my focus isnt dis easily bought
my mind is concentrating on my work
a piece of creativity i enjoy to write
i dont care whether d world is doomed
i hav already taken a bitter bite
i m writing dis for u
maybe dis is my last one here
bt its a piece of my novelty
i hope u will store it, my dear!