passion of lonliness


lonliness for my heart, it is not wierd that i like to be alone, lonliness that give me intensity that give me perception to look beyond the materialstic world. when i listen the sound of rain , it tells me am not alone , lonliness sing song with me humming like nightengle, making me dream about my future, in the night when gaze on stars lonliness smile over me , it says , ur soul and me are one to whome u search in mob it is near to you why do u search there,why do u run behind the mob wht it wud give you, see ur self look at this mirror the reflection smiling is it your lonliness or your soul , chiming bells , scintillating of stars, as they are just for me, ifeel to dance music of nature, composed by god( dont know whether it exist or not but i always heard that earth is created by god in very devine propotion to keep balance in this world i dont know much), adorn by the beauty of nature it looks as fairies dancing my lonliness dancing with me singing with me, when i become alone, i am not alone my lonliness is with me, i odnt want to let anyone snatch it from me , i m wlking with it looking forward still can hear some sound of steps guess some people are walking with me .

vaishali

Comments

Anonymous said…
a brilliant first attemp .... i wud rate this post a two thumbs up
keep writing ..... very nice poetic language used ... although m not used to of this kinda lang .. but still liked it .
11:48 AM
Anonymous said…
Superb start. See I always told you. Try your hand in English literature too. Now these are even better than your hindi poems.
12:24 PM
Anonymous said…
wow vaishali excellent.keep writting..............
11:46 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey Vaish... you never told that you started blogging! ;) Well it was a too good for a first attempt... :) Keep blogging! :)
6:18 AM
Anonymous said…
it was the best piece of blog ever read by me ......complete in all proportions....a perfect blend of words that yu always give .......perhaps the sky is the only limit .....go beyond it....yu deserve it
9:40 AM
Anonymous said…
I feel it very touchy illusive yet reality. You can make it a big if you bring your writing more towards a real life syndrome, then tis will be a great serve for the society. Keep it up
10:46 AM
Anonymous said…
I feel it very touchy illusive yet reality. You can make it a big if you bring your writing more towards a real life syndrome, then tis will be a great serve for the society. Keep it up
10:47 AM
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