Monday, November 19, 2007

Bus-Stop

Cold cold breeze
on my face;
Icy cool drops...of rain;
Taking me to a trip to
Down memory lane.

The lanes become
Dark and dirty;
Rain becomes faster;
Nothingness...caught me then,
When I become a loner again...

What is there left to say,
May be...I wasn't right anyway

6 comments:

Vinay said...

Why is this called the bus stop? The coincidence here is that its raining here and rain is like a theme on your blog. Your Backdrop has rain your post has rain and its raining. I hate rain. It kinda brings gloom into a picture. Doesn't it?

Nabanita said...

i love rain...
i love walking in rain...
bcoz nobody can see me crying...
i love crying in rain...
bcoz nobody can see my heart dying
& i'd luv to die in rain
bcoz somebody can feel me loving...him

thatz rain for me...
the ULTIMATE ROMANTICISM...

Nabanita said...

& d fact is....I LOVE GETTING DRENCHED IN RAIN..I LOVE RAIN IN ONE WORD

& about the name "BUS-STOP"...
well life is like a bus stop..loads of people coming & going...waiting...small & big happenings...&i've written down this poem while i was getting drenched in rain standing on a bus stop waiting for a bus...(this poem was penned down in my mobile)...RECOLLECTING SOME OLD STORIES OF MY LIFE..:)
so the name is "BUS STOP..

Vinay said...

But looks like someone's got the groove back...I'll post a new one later this week. There're like lots saved in drafts just gotta fine tune them before publishing.

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Debaditya said...

Sometime too many things touching the mind at the same time create a kind of nothingness...hmm
anyway i always love the nothingness the rain bring may be rain is the most romantic lover i have ever felt :)

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