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It squeezes your heart
Until your mouth goes dry
And your hands quiver
In futile anticipation.
This longing so strong
For a lost season
Of laughter and caresses,
Tears, bitter and true.
Sadness is a burden
That weighs down your heart
Until your shoulders droop
And your smile is but a shadow.
Guilt is a dagger
That stabs into the depths of your soul.
Repentance, you seek.
Denial comes quick and sure.
Watching, waiting,
Stalking with your thoughts,
You create a new world
Of the shards of broken dreams.
4 comments:
Hello
I'm Joe Scaria, a journalist with The Economic Times.
Visiting the blog of Sankar Radhakrishnan recently, I saw you asking for my link, regarding one of my pieces about 'Kerala's unsung heroes', talking about newspaper boys.
You can reach me at scaria.joe@gmail.com or visit my blog, joesnewspicks.blogspot.com
Hi Joe sir,
I am your old student at the Institute of Journalism... Anne Kurian's batch. We had met some time last year at the ET office in Kochi. I was there cos my content firm does some marketing supplements for ToI...
Hope you are doing well. You are in Chennai now?
Ha! It's a small world. Good to clear the mystery.
hello,
i can see an optimist in you, as you are creating a new world of broken dreams.best wishes.
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