Friday, June 5, 2009


Going on pathways called broken dreams

I saw some distant faces under the mist

Some face was bursting with joy

Little hands were playing with toy

One face was chock-full of moods

Playing with some adolescent friends

Another face was viewing dreams

Dreams of love and he was keen

Someone was running in front of me

Trying to catch some secret desires

Another one was smiling on me

Heartful mirthful that look was

Jealousy on them all, I went near

Still running on sorrowful ways

No! no! no! impossible it was!

All of them were of same visage

Coming to sweep out my weeps

Then I acknowledged what I was

June 3,2009


chirag said...

very nice poem

Hi! I'm Grace said...

Great post, Paraamveer.
It is so nice to be back here in your blog. :)

paramveer said...

@chirag............thx pal

paramveer said...

@grace..hey welcome back.......LOL

Prakhar said...

Well written dude . And everything u wrote is all true. Its a mean world and we all are like that.. Desire is the biggest weakness and strength of humans..

paramveer said...

@parkhar......i agree with u

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