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Sunday, June 23, 2013

About Me





















If you’ll ask me how is life?
I’ll say everything is just fine;
though there is something to be fixed,
something, I just cannot define.

If you wanna know what it takes to be me?
just walk into my shoes down the lane of memory;
read those torn pages wrapped in blues,
all about my ecstasy to win and fears to lose.

All the pain hidden under the scars;
that resides still silent in my core,
this is a small piece about me;
though there is so much, more.

I am a missing puzzle piece;
of a picture to make complete,
or may be am an incomplete picture;
with which nobody can relate.

I cannot define myself;
and I guess nobody can,
‘cause I am still looking for;
what the hell is my plan?

I am trying searching my existence;
all about what when and how?
this is a brief about me;
I wanted y’all to know.

~Shreya ♥

P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Facebook

P.P.S. Written in insomnia.

8 comments:

  1. so you hold
    a story untold
    that urges me to explore
    what others have ignored..

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  2. Discovering oneself is never ending, Shreya:)

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  3. Yes, I suppose we all are searching for the meaning of life, and the what we want from ourselves. We just can't really define it, perhaps because we haven't found it yet.

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    1. Completely agree with your comment.

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  4. Nicely penned. You got the magic wand to make readers weep or laugh as per your choice . Tempted to know the cause (if any) of such pain that is held back most of the time !

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