Trailing along..

I just wrote these few lines now, do they make sense?

Trailing along,
trying to catch up with you
still holding on,
waiting for you to stop
and take me through.
Dying a silent death,
day after day
but not for too long.
Pray, that I can be strong
pray, that someone listens to my song.

Mood-swings, what else can I say?

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8 thoughts on “Trailing along..

  • This poetry makes sense….
    n speaks ur state of mind….

    Buddy,
    Life is not just black n white…

    Cheers…!!!

  • Haha! mood-swings as I said. Ofcourse not, how boring it would be if it was just black and white. It’s grey and so many other shades which speak of energy and love 🙂

  • Awwwweeesummmmmm!!!!
    Trailing happens when you try to follow someone who doesnt know who is trying to keep up with him….Wait for that person and that person will bump into you now or later – (reason – apply physics – the world is round). When you halt instead of trying to pace up with that other ones speed and look into your own life, your song will be heard…even if you hum that will sound like dolby digital

    Well enuf of gyaan…brilliant stuff shibs…just B-E-A-Utiful!!! In just very few words, expressing your whole state is quite something. I always liked your writing…nd ur poems just makes me offer you a bow

  • Poems are rough notations for the music we are.

    There was truth, as a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

    You have a piece of it too. But gather up and you will be fine.

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