So tell me, what tales do you hold bottled within
For I look at you and I can't help feel, you're a story waiting to be written
I see you lost and pensive, deep in thought
Your eyes tell me you're in a world elsewhere and it happens oft
What are these secrets that you hold buried in your past
That your smiles betray, though you want 'em hidden away, deep in your heart
It fascinates me no end, everytime I see you put up your charade
I wonder if the others too can see past the illusion that for them you create
Tell me of these dreams that leave you haunted
I bet you've lain in bed and scores of sheep fruitlessly counted
For those traces of dark around your eyes
Tell their own story of your pain fraught with his lies
Oh I know there's been a him and never them since
The ghosts of a love-lost that still make you wince
There's much I wanna know of where you're going and where you've been
How I'd love to hear of it all, that till now you have seen
Oh, you're a good book just waiting to be written but I'm not gonna write of your fascinating pain and sorrow
Nor do I wanna read the book of your life...I just wanna be a part of your story, when you live it tomorrow....
For I look at you and I can't help feel, you're a story waiting to be written
I see you lost and pensive, deep in thought
Your eyes tell me you're in a world elsewhere and it happens oft
What are these secrets that you hold buried in your past
That your smiles betray, though you want 'em hidden away, deep in your heart
It fascinates me no end, everytime I see you put up your charade
I wonder if the others too can see past the illusion that for them you create
Tell me of these dreams that leave you haunted
I bet you've lain in bed and scores of sheep fruitlessly counted
For those traces of dark around your eyes
Tell their own story of your pain fraught with his lies
Oh I know there's been a him and never them since
The ghosts of a love-lost that still make you wince
There's much I wanna know of where you're going and where you've been
How I'd love to hear of it all, that till now you have seen
Oh, you're a good book just waiting to be written but I'm not gonna write of your fascinating pain and sorrow
Nor do I wanna read the book of your life...I just wanna be a part of your story, when you live it tomorrow....
10 comments:
Loved the flow and the thought in your poem.:)
you need to follow a rhythm. find a rhythm, and pre-ordain each line with it. it's like a swing dance step. your words may be your own, but they have to follow the groove.
love the way u have written it.
@Sneha: Thank you!
@Dom: Yeah...this one does lack the lyrical flow. But that was as much as I could do with this one...
@Ria: :)
Umm, I dont about flow but this is my favourite one of all... :)
@Kriti: :) Really??? Nice!!!
Very touching, Bikram but just one thing - I think you misquoted here - or is that what you were trying to say - 'fascinating pain and sorrow'? Can anyone's pain and sorrow be fascinating? Did you mean something else?
No Punam I didn't. We are all intrigued more by the pain in someone else than their joys. Don't believe me? Answer this, if you knew a friend was troubled by something and another friend was happy about something, which one would you go to?
Ohh that way!! I agree - now I see your angle. :) Definitely, I'd go to the one who was troubled by something. Hmm - when i first read it, I took a different meaning to it. But I think 'intrigued' cleared the air for me. :)
so cleverly put!! u naa....
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