some wounds are still sore
and their wide, red mouths grow bigger with time
but the blood no longer oozes out,
it has dried to extinction.
some burns still sting
tears stinging my eyes instead was much better
at least i could wipe them away
but the tide of time can never wash away my scars.
some sights still scorch
a few visions my memory is happy without
blocking them away does no good
the shut drawer in my heart rattles and rattles
threatening to break out
to drench me in the everlasting darkness again...
Sorry for posting such a depressing poem on this proud proud occasion of Independence Day but these were the first words i could type today.
sometimes it so happens with me despite the happy thoughts in my head, something, a tiny incident, a tiny memory flashes before me and the happiness is lost in gloom.
at times like this, i cant concentrate, cant study and sometimes cant even write.
In the morning i was singing the National Anthem like a hundred times, feeling so proud, so content but when i sat to make a post, the hidden feelings came out. but my mood isn't that worse to mope all day but i felt like sharing this, so there you go.
at the end of the day(or morning rather), i maybe the ever smiling Kirti but somewhere, at some corner of my heart there are some woes that are screaming to be heard but the screams are silent, afterall i dont want miseries cloud my happy life; i dont want to keep away the smile off my face.
grrr... such melodramatic lines. :P
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY
PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN
JAI HIND JAI BHARAT