sometimes like sitting in a theater...
with strange characters uttering strange languages
sometimes like standing on a jagged shore
with tides sounding higher than my cries
sometimes like wandering in pathless woods
in search of weird, throbbed myself....
sometimes like dusk is hiding behind the dawn
as a gash is soring day by day
sometimes like alone and facing the wind
as I see myself whenever I look for u
sometimes like writing a dirge, last time
as I am saying good bye to you

12/29/2005 5: 12 AMM

irum inayat

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-151/