Living this way

Walking into the rain,
Heaving out a strangled sigh,
Letting the rain drops explode on my burning face,
Remembering the first touch of a heated gaze,
A smile playing on my mouth,
Recalling too well the face of lost love.

My mother's face flashes through my mind,
Looking down at me,
Making her dead dreams come true,
It's a life that I have got to choose.

My brother's expression,
A silent expectation,
Hoping I would be able,
To pull through my own little storm.

A life of loneliness is a small price to pay,
When the people who've loved you all your life can stay,
With the rain keep me company,
And the sun to bring on another dawn,
I guess I'll like living this way,
I guess I'll like living this way.



Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2011-04-22 at 15:14

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John Ashleigh
It is easy for someone on the outside to think perspective. Yet just because something hurts, does not mean it is a bad experiance. I really enjoyed reading this, Kshiti - you are ever so talented. Please, keep writing my friend. 5/5.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-23