Thursday, 27 December 2007

The question

Was there a way out of this mess?
She asked herself, confused and stressed

Wondering if there was a solution
Or whatever she had imagined was just an illusion

Will she ever, be able to figure it out?
To find a path that lead to the house

As she lay in her bed,
Pondering on everything that was said

She closed her eyes and held the pillow tight
Not wanting the tear to leave her eye, tonight.

© Trina Sarkar-Mohapatra, all rights reserved

4 comments:

VinSpace said...

a sad blog! And it came when i was reading abt the tragic end of a precious human life -- bhutto.

Treenz said...

hmmm, very sad

Anonymous said...

such is life, each of us brings our own end - time to stand up and take responsibility of our own action and that precisely can be termed as LIFE or MESS ....... each one of us has to choose

Amit C said...

There's always a way out of mess
She should just get fused & dressed

Knowing the problems give birth to solutions
Just believe & there's no illusion

Use your instinct & you'll figure it out
There's always a path to lead to the house

Don't you just lie in your bed
Wondering what the people said

Just close your eyes & keep your dreams in the sight...
Set them free in the morning, don't give up without a fight...