Monday, August 12, 2013

The Fugitive

The Fugitive


I wrote a note long back,
Not one around;
And I long for a read,
A critique all I need.

I wrote a song long back,
No audience around;
A soiree all I need,
Musical soiree indeed.

I touched a verse long back,
Inspiration moisturized into it;
A rhythm all I need,
Fruit of my seed.

I met a mirror long back,
Nothing I could see;
Darkness all around,
Music, Lights and the sound.

I met myself long back,
Nothing I understood;
Now with one more look,
I know the journey I undertook.

Disillusioned we stood,
Meet yourself in silence;
Many soul lost out of negligence,
Never - this one in all your sense

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