animesh kumar

Running water never grows stale. Keep flowing!

stuck and lost

with 3 comments

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Stuck between what works and what might
Resolved to crumble at the whim of dice
‘Know all I need to know
just don’t have the will to go
Am I done here?
Or they got more sand to throw
They say, it’s hard to steer into the wild-
life ain’t no cake slice.
Who likes it sweet anyway?

In my coffer, I keep flowers and thorns
‘Make my story with quills and scorns
Who cares who is hero and who not
every man is a dead man,
everything’s to rot.
I’m holding on to my truth, my lies,
dreams of dreams, fancy disguise.

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Written by Animesh

September 3, 2010 at 12:49 pm

Posted in Poetry

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3 Responses

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  1. “Who cares who is hero and who not
    every man is a dead man,
    everything’s to rot..”

    It’s – Exact!

    Apeksha

    September 3, 2010 at 1:03 pm

  2. Nice one !!!

    Vijay

    September 3, 2010 at 2:58 pm

  3. Loved it! Straight from the heart. It rhymes really well with a flow and expresses the agony with mundane quite well.

    Navneet

    September 3, 2010 at 5:28 pm


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