Friday 26 April 2013

A Wandering Thought

I must, must, must know
Who is the author
Of my life

To tell him to
Reverse, if he could,
The fickle hands of time

Erase a few
Lines here and there
And twist a bend
And take a turn
To set the tale right

I must, must, must know
Who is the author
Of my life

16 comments:

  1. ‘Erase a few
    Lines here and there
    And twist a bend
    And take a turn
    To set the tale right‘

    great :)

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  2. If only that was possible... :)
    Great lines.

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    1. I know it is not but poets have no bar on imagination :)

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  3. If only that was possible... :)
    Great lines.

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  4. In your poetic way, you have given voice to the silent and unseen feeling of several ones who are not even able to share or express their inner agony and stuffiness. The words of this small poem embed an ocean of emotion in the heart of someone who has got a raw deal from his / her life.

    Regards.

    Jitendra Mathur

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    1. Birds of the same feather flock together....:)

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  5. Beautiful lines! Loved the third paragraph!

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    1. Thanks Bushra...We all crave for a reset button on life's key board

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  6. mind blowing !! I am speechless.. got the link through Geeta and now that I read these amazing lines should I thank you for being the mother of them and sharing them as well ? :)
    So true .. we all feel wish our tale could be set a right! :)
    Amazing !!

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