Inside me,
a boiling rage,
against all 'things' done and all 'words' said.
Inside me,
an imprisoned voice,
not afraid to speak aloud thoughts.
Inside me,
an unknown fear,
of confronting the past-the unfiltered past.
Inside me,
a building apprehension-
hesitating in approaching you,
for I've not righted my wrongs (yet)
Same inside me,
a burning ache,
to hold thee and to be held by thee.
Inside me,
an unshed tear; a suppressed laugh,
searching reason for their existence.
Inside me,
myriad thoughts and expressions,
unable to find words.
And inside me,
a complacent acceptance,an acknowledgment
of who and what I am.
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- sensiblenisha
- In my defence, "Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind)" -Milton
3 comments:
AFTER READING THE VERSE.....
Inside me,
a burning desire,
to read some more versified feelings.
Inside me,
an agony of fire,
on finding someone better....
Inside me,
a wish set on higher,
to learn things from you.
so keep updating the blog....
great work.....
nd pls dont compare mine poem with ur verse coz i know its standardless.
well,u r the poet dinesh.A poet who refuses to publish his poems.Thanks for going through and writing a comment.
its my pleasure...
ya like keeping my poems only to few persons around me...
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