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Whirlwind of Time

Why is it so
That some emotions
blur away with time.

And why don't some?

May be amongst
the Millions of inequalities
In life,
Called life,
We change
with a permanancy.

That is why
our hope floats and sinks
Our emotions rise and falter
and our feelings grow --
Forever.

Is this why yesterdays
and tomorrows
remain intangible?

As we breathe
Today!

SoUmY@

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triyash said…
just wish all emotions would blur and fade with time...

resque me from the intangible mess of yesterday...

so that i breathe easy today...



good job yet again....
October 26, 2007 12:02 PM
Rukhiya said…
Its a whirlwind, time, and we lose some part of us, of you , of me, some memories, as much as we carry..!
June 22, 2008 4:59 AM
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