That season? I do not place a bet.
That fateful day? Yes, I did forget.
That defining moment? I do not recollect.
My aching soul, when I met.
I looked it straight in the eye.
Hunting for hints to prove it a mighty lie.
In all earnest did I try.
But my haunting soul, I could just not deny.
My towering ego trembled that moment.
My fortress of confidence quivered that day.
An upheaval there was, in my life that season.
With my raging soul, I failed to reason.
It made me drop my defenses.
It brought back to me, my senses.
Then on, I knew my calling.
I could afford no more falling.
That was the season of awakening
Those were the days of penance
That was the moment I rose
To regain, the paradise I had lost.
4 comments:
your rhyming is too high strung...
do you really feel this high strung when you pen your thoughts?
intense ..very intense
High strung...hmm..not the correct word i guess...but yeah i generally write when i'm not in the best of moods. N the intensity is a bit exaggerated!
nice to know :-)
remebmer this 1...
hav read it b4 in ur diary...
wil say what i said then...
"nice"
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