Finding me  

Posted by ani_aset in ,

Open arms are gone again
No sweet touch on sun kissed face
No messing up of curly hair
No shadow dance with lovely grace 

This time you know
you're all alone
this time you know
why hoping on
This time you know
its not your way

Its time to rise
its time to see
Its time to dress
Its time to feel
Its time to find
the real me

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its so is sad yet reassuring to the reader. you have framed the beauty of being alone in a marvelous way.

January 25, 2009 at 10:05 AM

thanks ruchs, that was the purpose of the poem and you are spot on..:)

January 25, 2009 at 8:39 PM

sometimes we get attached to a person in such a way that we see ourselves through their eyes, but when such a dear person goes away, we start redefining everything around us- including ourselves!
very wonderfully put! nice easy words you use, but the message they give out is intensely huge!

February 18, 2009 at 12:43 PM

hey @todays writer..thanks for the comment..i liked the last two lines of your comment which rhyme :P and i quote...

"nice easy words you use,
but the message they give out is intensely huge!"

March 22, 2009 at 12:14 AM

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