Monday, August 18, 2008

Memory...

I don't know where you are...may be the place you don't want to be...
I cant help it...
the only thing I have left of you....your memory...
sometimes they fade....sometimes they make me crave...
I shiver with pain...still I act brave....
I ain't calling it any misery....
the only thing I have left of you...your memory...
I run around looking for you...catching the glimpses of faces...
I have known few...
I won't find you...people tell me making a mockery...
the only thing I have left of you...your memory...
may be someday...when the pain takes me down with a fray...
I'll set a few things free...
my love...
my soul...
and
the only thing I have left of you...your memory...

3 comments:

bradsunny said...

MAAANN!!!! I JUS FEEL LYK CRYING AFTER READING IT.... LUV U BRO...
I JUS WANT TO SAY SMTHNG-
WHO SAY BEING IN LOVE IS DA BEST FEELNG IN DA WORLD... WEL I WUD SAY ITS DA WORSE
N LIVING WID IT IS A CURSE
SO DONT DARE TO LOVE....

Rebel Raised by SATAN himself said...

I know where the inspiration for this poem came from :P..

but the poem is as pious as god himself... AAmin!!..

Unknown said...

i dunno bt whosoevr ws d inspiration fr dis one isss a damn luckyy persn :)
n i agree dese liness do make yuu want tu cry after reading dem