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Thursday, November 22, 2012

I Gotta Depart

The echoes of silence around me;
and my hopeless mute scream,
am gazing outside the window;
and wishing if it could be my realm.

An empty chair next to me;
reminds me of my loneliness,
a corner table full of pills;
makes me feel of my weakness.

Here is my life, I gotta return;
so I gotta depart before my guts churn.

There is peace and white light,
now I can feel no pain;
I can’t feel if am alive or,
am gonna die again.

Here I lie warm in the deathbed;
holding the memories in my heart,
flashback and tears follow;
as I decide to depart.

Here is my life, I gotta return;
so I gotta depart before my guts churn.

P.S.1. My creation, please do not copy!!
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P.P.S. Image: Google


  1. Wow.. to choose when to die, that would be something! And to return back ot the same... hmm..

    Lovely rhyme to the poem, resounding with loneliness and the feeling of a goodbye.

  2. That's painful still beautifully written!

    Critique/review/comment this flash fiction in the LINK please

  3. Shreya,

    How can you even think of departing when so many persons love you and your creations?

    Take care

    1. Oh.. it was just a thought, an imagination and a theme of this poem. :)

      P.S. Felt great to know that people like my creations. I hope its true. :)

  4. Exquisite, lovely, wonderful, dear mate. Keep it up./


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