Laugh out loud all you can,
'coz once again you have to cry,
wounds, sometimes, stay afresh
no matter how hard you try.
scarred for life you remain
the happy smile just turns wry.
To stub it in or cry it out, you wonder,
Pretend well and render a face-dress.
live on with the act for a while but,
you eventually get bored and regress.
get over yourself, comeback and know,
you are the creator of your own mess.
7 comments:
well written :) and "you are the creator of your own mess" is always true at some level.....kinda of reminds me of these lines......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnnHO6mgr7U&feature=player_embedded
i hope u are just writing and not in some mess.....
good to see a post from you after a long time. and, sadly, i get to read so few poems these days.
i would like to offer some points of critique - in person!
Nandu, thanks :) and don't worry, this poem is just a product of insomnia.
KG, I would love to hear your critical comments. :)
creator of own mess.... Although, I personally love to blame others all the time :P
Ashtung, trust me that 'human' attribute is not limited to you! And "creator of our own mess" was one of realizations I wanted the reader to take home from the poem. :)
dude... it was a good read.. please don't ruin it by expressing your intent behind it... ;)
Ashtung, Ha ha. Sure!
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