Thursday, July 21, 2011

Looking behind, and moving ahead...

She looks behind, only a glance
Dark and desolate the path
With melancholy and deep longing
But she can see where the light is coming from

Thousand memories pacing, racing, seeking attention
Each one afraid of oblivion, of losing
Selling themselves and binding more
Building a fabric, with threads of pain

A voice from deep inside rises
Stands up and demands to be heard, followed
The feet move forward, one step and then another
She knows where the light is coming from...


  1. This one is dedicated to Anusha Shankar...

  2. This one is beautifully written. thanks for the dedication!! :)