This is a tribute to all those people who have lost someone close to their heart. The recent terrorist attacks in Mumbai have turned out to bet the second largest terrorist attack (the largest one was the 9/11 attack). These devilish fiends have left the
My heart beats a thousand beats,
My jaw trembles with fear,
Quite unsure of the fate which is comming near
Something is wrong, I know it is,
But what leaves me thinking,
I fear I may lose you,
Just the thought turns my head,
Trying to think of something else,
I go to bed
The next morning,
The dreaded news I had to hear,
I a partial coma,
I could'nt believe my ears,
Down upon my knees on my head,
I go through a trauma of disbelief,
Of what they had said
I remembered how we would play duets on our strings,
Of the symphonies of Mozart, Bach, Beethoven and Rossini,
Our chromatics could be fort'e heard
You were like my other half,
Without which I am like a viloin without a bow,
The music of the bond we shared,
Could be played on any staff
The scale of our love,
Would reach such a height,
Which would give the tempo markings,
Quite a good fright
But now all that's left is me,
Staring deep into these sheets of music,
Searching for our song.
Author: Kshiti Dubey
Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh (A.P.)
Copyright (c): Kshiti Dubey
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2008-12-06 at 08:31
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My soul.. no My songmate..
My inner voice calls out to me,My heart beats a thousand beats,
My jaw trembles with fear,
Quite unsure of the fate which is comming near
Something is wrong, I know it is,
But what leaves me thinking,
I fear I may lose you,
Just the thought turns my head,
Trying to think of something else,
I go to bed
The next morning,
The dreaded news I had to hear,
I a partial coma,
I could'nt believe my ears,
Down upon my knees on my head,
I go through a trauma of disbelief,
Of what they had said
I remembered how we would play duets on our strings,
Of the symphonies of Mozart, Bach, Beethoven and Rossini,
Our chromatics could be fort'e heard
You were like my other half,
Without which I am like a viloin without a bow,
The music of the bond we shared,
Could be played on any staff
The scale of our love,
Would reach such a height,
Which would give the tempo markings,
Quite a good fright
But now all that's left is me,
Staring deep into these sheets of music,
Searching for our song.
Author: Kshiti Dubey
Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh (A.P.)
Copyright (c): Kshiti Dubey
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
Read 945 times
Written on 2008-12-06 at 08:31
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