'Stoned' roads, 'high' hills !!

'Stoned' roads, 'high' hills !!

A Poem by Prateek
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"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible, is music..!"..

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Warm spring it was,when i first saw your glance…
lit were my eyes,as was your face..
d smile made me sure,stars shooting were a good sign…
bt dint i know,
bottles were different,same was the wine…

they hinted me,the ppl whom you knew..
the fields were florid,yellow were the flowers..
i sang them songs,with the rain they rhymed..
but dint i know,
bottles were different, same was the wine…

to the woods, to the bushes, to the ponds i made it clear..
to myself i said, what i wish you could hear..
tat night at the bar,as if every sip was mine..
but dint i know,
bottles were different, same was the wine………..

© 2012 Prateek


Author's Note

Prateek
grammar may be fumbling..stressed only on the aura i tried to create.. :)

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Added on September 30, 2012
Last Updated on September 30, 2012
Tags: alone, belief, bliss, confidence, contemplation, crime, day, distance, dream, effort, faith, feelings, future, glory, god, heart, helpless, hope, hurt, imagine, journey, life, lost love, love, luck

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Prateek
Prateek

Minneapolis, MN



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