A Piece of Paper

.. bout a piece of paper (lol) that takes in everything we say, lies, sadness, without complaining.. i just ask it to give a message.. actully, it gets blown away for the same purpose.. i must say its wretched, due not to its, but my own, fault..
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It was blank, dry and silken white;
blew away with the slightest gust of wind,
and with the solitary thought that makes our day,
it tries to grab on, to hold on, to stay.

So it said whatever was told to it,
shown the thoughts that others behold.
And still written away with undue anger,
and the visions of the dark foretold.

I lift my quill and place a thought,
a sulking sigh in a well of noughts.
And try to laugh, I know I spent
my darkness onto you, and I lied.
I lied again, but you remained,
a lively joy, a worthy friend,
a mirror, that cast the truer face,
and never cared, if ever I offend.

And all my thoughts lead to my ways,
even those I ventured long before.
Some lay replete, some stay incomplete,
and still I long for more.
And I hope this wretched piece of paper,
repeats the words it speaks of you.
Ever it finds you downed in your path,
I know it'll always see you through.

 

*claps*..........!!

care to explain ...i colundnt get it...*oh god y did u make me so dumb*

 

Its amazing how we often neglect something as small and unsignificant as "a piece of paper" and yet how much importance it holds in doing what we desire the most at certain time, be it passing a message, be it saving our memories.

Very well expressed horsesmouth (right this time). Poems like these potraits the depth of undestanding and presenting the simplest of things in artistic form.

@ monica ... you are not dumb, but I guess just not into it. Wait for sometime, you will get it. (wasn't rude this time, sachi)

 

@prafulla:
the way u think is kinda unique
i hv read so many poems written by u...just a stone, infatuation, forgiveness I..II n III etc etc...all r really gud
n as for this poem...it's also nice...n if i convert these lines into an image then dt image will be vry beautiful
( I'm sorry...my talkativeness makes me go off-topic sometimes...plz dont mind....even though i know few ppl do)

 

No I wouldn't mind either

 

monnie, u dint say u're a blonde? newayz i already xplained it at the beginning, its nuffin more than tht


@walk alone ....thnks dude...
@sukriti....ahh..luv u gal!

 

i wana write something for u ppl
to tell u how superb u r...wait n watch

 

we're all waiting dear...

 

WOW!!!!!....i simplY dun' hav more words 4 it...left me numb....its reallY an overwhelming poem... hats off to u!!! ..

 

thts so nice of u dear......thanks!

 

so the piece of paper i found to write my note ws left by u??

r u alive .....i think i died alone... or my bad habit of walking without looking back ..has had me go too far

 

How are you mad...er...mon...hehe
I am alive...right now I'm a supply chain engineer working my way up the american dream, ergo, filling corporate pockets with the money they need.
But here, barely. I visit sometimes, flying over this barren landscape, sometimes wondering if the damage to the forums have been total.
This place is a graveyard for forgotten emotions and I prefer to leave the dead buried. If you read all my poems in order of which I wrote them, they are basically my autobiography, which I'm not really proud of. This one was meant for a girl I liked long long long back, who didn't even care. Most of them are for girls anyway... You know how they evoke the poet in you...

 

Eh, so which gal were you gonna join at the university?

 

Mehal nahi hai, khandahar humara hai
Hum iss ko chod de kaise, ye ghar humara hai

 

@alpha...
the one I'm still with (current status: talking to elders in respective villages)
long story short, she asked me, i said i don't want a rebound, she left, i realized, went back and worked hard at getting her back and i did!

@monica
chhod do, ab time aa gaya...