Thursday, June 18, 2009

Lonely Woman

Then I looked into her mind,
I didn’t see a sea of thoughts,
They weren’t harmonizing either,
She was on the brink of death,
She wanted to live.

Once she knew she was dying,
She knew what she wanted.
She only had one thought,
To fight one last time.
To fight for what she wanted most,
Something she’d dreamed of all along,
But she'd taken it for granted.

But now everything was slipping away,
She wanted one last chance,
And maybe she could live again.
Without the pride.


Sameer said...

and may be she would live again..without the pride!

thats one thing...terrible to conquer!
main ni!

Rachit Jain said...

i know !

Rachit Jain said...

the thing with prode is ... the moment u realise it exists ... it gets you !!

mehak said...

oh wow..dis 1's brilliant..
kudos to ya..