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Posted on: Mar 25, '08

Here I am...

It’s too late now
To trace my steps
As I have walked
Past the present
In to the future already
The screams of the past
Come as whispers
And the leaping shadows
Linger in the dark
There’s nothing that
Falls on my ears as
I have chosen to ignore
That, which is near and
Embrace the distant
I explore the unknown
Leaving behind my memory
Like a closed book that is
Lying unread, in a library
The wick of time is burning
Spreading a smell
Familiar yet mysterious
I remain here, identified
Yet, anonymous

Tags: me, future, present, past

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notjustart said:
My God...! Didn't expect so many to like this poetry really, no, I am not being modest. Thanks to all of you, it's encouraging indeed!

March 26, '08

Novacaine said:
My god! This is one of the most beautiful ones I ever read! It's so practical yet heartfelt and supple. *bows down to thee* Keep more coming in! I love it absolutely.

March 25, '08

south9468 said:
well everybody gets reminded of the past esp the bad events happened in our life but inorder to move forward we have to divert our mind from the past.Thanks for this poem b'cos in recent past my past was coming to my mind very often didnt knw what to do now i got an answer.

March 25, '08

Sunshine_Is_Here said:
This is so like ME! Darn, I do that too very often, fly away in future... Isn't mystery spell-binding and consuming! Well, loved ur poem...

March 25, '08

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