The Ubiquitous Past

Standing in the shadows,kissed by the breeze;
Bewitched by the sky,I had myself seized.
Why does it remind me of the past?
Why does it remind me of the past?

How can there be such beningn beauty!
Such beningn beauty in everything of the past?
That urges me to induce wanderlust,
Only if I could walk in the past!

Every clouds in the sky,
Every thoughts that I hide;
Every little thing that makes me crazy,
Leaves me in tears...I cry and cry......

So beautiful is this world!
I just dont want to grow;to fade away in the future,
I want to live and live to dream my past....
To vide my world in golden rust.




Poetry by suraj
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Written on 2007-03-16 at 19:49

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Zoya Zaidi
Yeah, Nature is so beautiful at times, it fills you with sadness, your eyes well up, and you shed tears of happiness and joy!

Welcome to the bay, dear Suraj!
Love, Zoya
2007-03-16