Sunday, December 12, 2010

Cutting loose.

When the guarded soul lets loose, there is a pandemonium that occurs inside. 
When emotions flow unrestrained, quite like the tears flowing down the cheeks, there is turmoil that occurs inside.
I thought 
of what I had - Nothing.
of what I didn't have - Everything.
of what I had a lost - A lot.
of people I had lost - A lot.
Some due to things beyond control - Mom. (13 yrs later, I still don't know how to handle it)
Some due to my craziness - I am sorry.
of those who used and abused.
of those I used and abused.
of how it never seems to end.
of the despair that it will truly never end.
of how, maybe it isn't too late to make amends.
of how, maybe it is too late.


3 comments:

Tweety said...

Sigh rashi...i wish I had the answers too.. But like u said to me once... Keep asking the questions... U never know one day we may actually get the answer...tc...

AbhiLaSH RuHeLa said...

So emotional..

Scribbling Girl said...

How much i love this poem only i know...sometimes it feels its too late...seriously such questions....sigh.