Monday, 13 May 2013

Full Of Nothing...



At Times Liveliness Withers Away From Life
Like A Faded Album of Beautiful Memories &
I Smell A Disturbing Boredom In Each Nook & Corner
Where I Try To Yawn Away The Vagueness, But
Then Laziness Starts Creeping In My Veins Like Toxin.
Works Have Deserted Me Long Back, It Seems &
Time Always Drags Alive, Even I Try To Kill, But
Gradually Beliefs Strangles My Last Bit Of Courage &
I Stay Naked, As The Island’s Lonely Man, Full Of Nothing.
I Wonder How The Corpse Rest In Peace, Because
At Times Too Much Of Peace Is Not That Peaceful...

6 comments :

  1. wow !! wonderful thought ... too much of peace is indeed not peaceful .. but only when we have had a restless life behind ... I feel !!
    I loved every bit of your awesome lines Sreedev!!

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    1. Thanks a lot...in fact you are right...it needs a restless life behind...

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  2. i liked the last line - i wonder how corpses rest in piece...good one..:)

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  3. You left me pondering... Wonderful you are in your writings.. I am a fan. :)

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