Our Songs,
Lyrical, yet the confusion persists
as things, far beyond words, still exist.
Our Stories,
Intriguing, yet bland in its many phases
as they’re not bright and beautiful at all stages.
Our Thoughts,
Infinite, yet anchored to reality
as we need to survive, in the world of practicality.
Our Memories,
Vivid, yet out of reach
for them, all our life, we beseech.
Our Lives,
Transient, yet immensely valuable
as living without our loved ones, none of us are capable.
18/02/2010
-shrinidhi kalwad
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