Monday, February 06, 2006

She..

The wind caressed her gentle face,
She sat near the sea shore, at a deserted place,
Solitude was her only companion,
Her life full of compassion..

She knew no bounds to love and care,
Trusting people easily, left her in despair,
Tormented by the relentless ordeals,
She was shattered and her wounds would never heal,

But just then she heard a faint voice, a voice from within,
That life was to move on and not for cribbing and crying,
The undying love and compassion must go on,
For there are millions- orphaned children,helpless women waiting for her to come along,
So there she rose like a phoenix from its ashes,
Above her sorrows,her heartache, to go places,
Breaking free from the chains of grief,
She now had to let go of her belief,
that life was not all bed of roses,
failures,hurdles and sorrows, all came in different phases...

She waits for what life has in store,
until then she lives with the pain bestowed upon her for sure,
She hopes to resolve the conflict within,
and asks thy self, is love such a big sin?

She stands tall as a fighter,
Determined to win like a knight in shining armour,
She craves for the happiness that has bereaved her,
and fears it may not be anywhere near,

She longs to be cared and desires for someone to rely upon,
and until then the show must go on and on and on...

2 comments:

Hari Sripathi said...

Gr8 and nice. Edit it here and there it will be top class

Anonymous said...

A wonderful verse... Where did u derive ure inspiration??? Is this loosely based on ure life 'o' maiden lavanya?? C'est tres bon! Bravo...
Guillop