Waiting to be born...
Struggling against an unknown block,
Trying to break free
And come out in this world - unfettered.
Running amok
Yet going round n round in circles,
Pushed back by an unseen hand.
Building on itself
Then breaking into a thousand pieces,
Taking on a new form
Still, remoulding right back into the original...
Waiting to be born -
Waiting to be penned down and given an identity -
Voices, in my head,
Laughter, in my heart,
Thoughts, in my mind.
Trying to break free
And come out in this world - unfettered.
Running amok
Yet going round n round in circles,
Pushed back by an unseen hand.
Building on itself
Then breaking into a thousand pieces,
Taking on a new form
Still, remoulding right back into the original...
Waiting to be born -
Waiting to be penned down and given an identity -
Voices, in my head,
Laughter, in my heart,
Thoughts, in my mind.
posted by ShaluBhuchar at
9:03 AM
1 Comments:
So, the Shalu I know is not born, yet I always thought she seemed so real, so very full of life (and sometimes shit!), and such a nice poet - pitty no one ever knew it! Probably explains why she is waiting to be born.
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