hello everyone... got over with some xams... found some free time so rote this... something that i haevn't read about before... its something again longer then wat i usually rite but anyway hope u guys like it and understand wat it is actually about... AND SHE SAID SHE LIVED! Living… she said Was her aim Running… She said Was not her trait And she said she lived Struggle… she said Was just a phase Time… she said Could never be escaped And she said she lived Hopes… she said Were her chains Stars… she said She wanted to reach And she said she lived Her joys buried deep down Unreachable Her sorrows hidden Unnoticeable And she said she lived In the darkness That seemed bright to her In the loneliness That made her discover herself Deep down somewhere she lays In the unknown grave Taking all her sorrows of yesterday Leaving us with the women of today And she said she lived… thx ppl...as always COMMENTS WELCOMED!
@ madhuresh... thx for the reps! @ uj_6string... naahhh... i don't think soo! thx for the appreciation and the reps man! :rule: @ garima... thx for reading! :nw:
It's a beautiful poem, hira. I don't frequent this forum much anymore, but I loved what I read just now. But the explanations in the brackets weren't really required... remove them!
really reallly really nice......very simple words but convey a very strong message....:nw: :nw: :nw: P.S: i am not freaked out from knowing our similarities ..havnt got time to come ol at the time u come..but definitely will catch ya soon
@ cryptic... thx a lot gurl! but come on u have to visit these forums for reading my stuff! : always luv to hear from u! did wat u said... oh and thx for the reps! @ hardik... Th@Nk$ for both... reading and the reps! @ angela... thx gurl! :nw: ttys then!
this oughtta be a masterpiece....very well written..well expressed!..and the style was quite different!...loved it! Reps for u!
Nicely Written..... And the style is Unique.... It can be composed to a beautiful song...... Keep posting more of ur poems...... reps
@ vini... THXXX! i got reps from a mod!:dance: i got reps from a mod! : @ nimisha... THANKSSSSSssssssssSSSSS!!!!! these words mean a lot from a poet like u! @ sanjay... thx man! hmmm... this is wat most ppl say to most of my poems that it can be turned into a song... thx for reps too! :nw:
@ i am not neo... THX A LOT MAN! always lookin fwd to ur comments... almost forgot about this poem...
Hira, I love you girl! I don't know how you can be 16 years old and write like this and I swear I wish I had a bit of your mind. Just don't give up writing...ever! I realize I'm commenting after almost a year and I never say anything different from what I've said today but still....you're good at this.
^*speechless* ummm... errrrr.... *starts jumping of happiness* wow dat was one hell of a comment! thx man... u made ma day! oh and guess wat i'll be working on? one of those common wealth essays AGAIN... remember COLOURS? hahahhaa... will be posting it here AFTER i av ritten it so u can add to it! : hehe
I ran into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; wasn't even watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, But the children you love, you seem to abuse. Go and Look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers, there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them hisself, pink, yellow and blue. He stood quietly not to spoil the surprise, And you never saw the tears in his eyes." By this time, I felt very small And now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little man, wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." I said, "Darlin', I'm sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Baby, You know, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."