O Fairy of mystic skies
lend me your wings so I can fly,
to a beautiful land of pure joy.
Away from the painful memories
and tears in my eyes.....
Far from fists of guile,
from the dark dungeons
of my own mind...
O Fairy from my dreams at night,
do lend me your wings,so I can fly,
free from these frayed souls
those hath not a conscience of right or a lie..
far from this vicious circle of life,
from my abyss of needs and desires
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O mortal soul, how I pine!
how I long for tears like thine!
For painful dreams that fade and die,
yet in every smile do come alive...
O! how I ache to be led astray.
Lovelorn and deluded, to find my way,
How I wish to long for bliss,
to fear a life with joy amiss..
O mortal from a world so blessed,
I'd lend you a thousand wings to fly,
for every tear that I could cry...
sravya, e kavitha.......ravindrudi geetanjali ni gurthu chesindhi............nice thought.
Anonymous who left your poem as comment, its a very well written one. thankyou!
Harsha, thank u for being so kind,
Thanks so much, do keep reading!
very nice one...shows that you still have a small girl inside you who wants to come out.
And very nice comment(poem) anonymous.
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Thanks :)
Quite an interesting blog, btw...
Also, sorry about the 'anonymous' post ;)
Hey Abhishek, i have to admit, i knew it was you :p ...
I like this, I can really relate to this.
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