August 23, 2011

Amidst everything, I get old.

Random steps
Nowhere they lead to
A journey alone
And destination unknown.

The birds there
Must have told you
With them for so long
But to them you don’t belong…

Walking for years now
On same path
I’ve made a mark
Of my presence

No, I’m not complaining
I was made for you
(To be ruined by you).

You have not forgotten me
Just can’t
I believe in it
I believe in the silence around.


The tiny little droplets
Slowly drip away
But remember one thing;
Amidst everything
I get old.


Thousif Raza said...

glad to see u back... and the poem is beautiful :)... some of the lines just made me say... ah... looking at the pain...

Take care and keep writing..........

Anwesa said...

**I was made for you
(To be ruined by you)

A beautiful line. Etched in my memory. Perhaps forever...

Balvinder kaur said...

absolutely gorgeous....doesnt wantd it to end...wanna keep on readng such beauty in lines...great shady :)

Tulika said...

@ Thousif: I'm even more glad to see you reading it. Take care!

@ Anwesa di:
Thanks. :)
Etched, yes,Same here!

@ Virus: Thanks a lot darling. Loads of love! :)

Saras said...
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Saras said...

Very Beautiful Lines.

Tulika said...

@ Saras: :)

Bikramjit said...

lovely poem .. I am always in awe how can people write such lovely words .. I will struggle in writing one line

Good to see you back


Tulika said...

@ Bikram:

Good to see you too. :)

Avi said...

Truly (and beautifully) said ! Yes,as the clock ticks, we get older. Makes us wonder, gape in awe at the "what-if"s, "could have"s, "should have"s, "will be"s etc etc !