Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Distance is my enemy,
Age,the deterrent,
My prayers go unanswered,
As time fails to soften the dent.

2 comments:

Ikshvaku said...

It is when Man broods(or in this case a Woman!!),

It is when Man broods,that it is most painful to watch.
Somewhere in the midst of all this maddening chaos,that we make our lives into,
We Forget.

We forget,Our Essence.
We forget Who we are,
And what We are are capable of.

Our Potential,
The Promise that we hold,
The Vigor,
and our Innate Dynamism.
We forget everything.

So Brood Not ,Young Lady,
Brooding is Impotence.
You are capable of much more than just brooding.

So,Act.
Action is Potential.
Action is Pregnant.
Action is a Gift.
So,Act.

At this point,
A hundred ways open up,
You can go after him,with all that you`ve got,
Or You can move ahead as if nothing had happened.
You can do anything.
But,Brood not.

Act.Move On.

Phalgun...:-)

Anonymous said...

Just read what you wrote,thank you for that,its just what i need to hear ,but i dont exactly brood,i just reminisce
in this case though maybe there is not much difference!
btw, i never catch u online these days,how are u?
and how many blogs do u have? :D