!!!!!!!!!!!LLL!!!!!!!!!!

At first there was a faint hope,
the hope somehow became a thought,
The thought took over the mind,
It seems as if I was on dope.

The days were long,
Nights too short,
The thought was alive,
Singing beautiful love songs.

It then became a dream,
a dream to which I was a slave,
Always wanting to visit her in my dreams,
Alas, I just could not sleep.

What had gotten over me,
I still do not know,
Feeling miserable by the lonely long days,
all I wanted to see was she,

This misery was gripping,
All senses had gone numb,
NO way out of this Dreamy quick Sand,
my life was slowly slipping.

Then the dream became a voice,
A voice that pierced my heart,
The pain I cud not bear,
But I had no choice..........

Alone I battled for my soul,
In dark dreams I roamed,
Dark delusions had taken over,
Single wish filled my wishbowl.

The faint voice was now a scream,
Scream which no one could hear,
I thought the end was near,
But I had missed the theme.

Pain was not for me to bear,
Scream was not for me to hear,
the voices were only a prayer,
The dreams were for me to tear.

The fight will be long,
And tyring too........
But form it all I shall emerge,
Singing the broken song...............
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Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.
- Otomo No Yakamochi

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
-Jean Anouilh

Wherefore do I weep
at loving not living
seeing not touching
breathing not sharing
holding not loving?

All,
because I, The Fool,
am no more?

Wah wah kya poem hai.................