The Path To Revival

Drowned in tears my life went on,
Engulfed in sorrow;shattered and lone.
Life is tough but so am I,
Even if skinless on ice I lie.
Shattered dreams whose wings bled so,
Didn't even show a path to go.
A path I laid through rocks and thorns,
Where it might lead my mind unsure.
The Heart is weak but my Mind is strong,
Hope my decisions never were wrong.
As I tread along the path halfway,
I do wonder if my heart shall cure or never it may.
But before dusk i hope to find a mead,
Where I can rest until again the sun leads.

And it continues.....

--Rahul S. Nair

Comments

  1. Manjunath RGMonday, March 26, 2007 1:08:00 am

    The best poem in your Blog... :)

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  2. AnonymousMonday, March 26, 2007 1:08:00 am

    Good one ... I could not comprehend a few of the lines but was able to get most of it.. Keep writing and keep rocking dude!!

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  3. AnonymousMonday, March 26, 2007 1:31:00 am

    I never knew I sit next to a poet. Really good one dude.
    "SAHI HAI BEDU..."

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  4. AnonymousMonday, March 26, 2007 1:41:00 am

    Nice poem...

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  5. AnonymousMonday, March 26, 2007 1:59:00 am

    U are superb my roomie! My training u has paid off. Now u have started to write proper poems.! :P

    Seriously the poem is awesome!

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  6. Srivatsa KondapalliMonday, March 26, 2007 3:03:00 am

    good poem dude.....y didnt u tell us all these days that u were such a good poet??

    btw, u wrote this poem when u were sad is it??? ;D

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  7. AnonymousMonday, March 26, 2007 3:20:00 am

    Hey itz really awesome rahul..din knw u write poems as well..keep up the gud work.. :)

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  8. PhilipMonday, March 26, 2007 8:25:00 am

    Marvelous dude!!! Pls don’t stop...continue publishing…

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  9. UnknownMonday, March 26, 2007 11:20:00 am

    For once, you have started writing something sensible... unlike your previous craps(especially LANDLADY(pha pulle!!!)),this one has got substance...put it on our comskys site also ktoda...

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  10. AnonymousMonday, March 26, 2007 11:52:00 pm

    Too good Rahul !! U r improving with time.

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  11. ankurindiaThursday, April 05, 2007 2:57:00 pm

    very beautifully written and absolutely right

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  12. Rahul NairSunday, April 08, 2007 2:57:00 am

    Thank You Guys For all those encouraging comments

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  13. AnonymousMonday, April 09, 2007 1:47:00 am

    hey rahul, nice poem yaar....

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  14. AnonymousMonday, April 09, 2007 1:47:00 am

    hey rahul, nice poem yaar....

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  15. Rahul NairMonday, April 09, 2007 3:05:00 am

    thanx eli

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  16. AnonymousMonday, April 09, 2007 3:20:00 am

    Aliyaaa.. nee vallya pulli thanne!

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  17. Rahul NairMonday, April 09, 2007 12:32:00 pm

    thannedei thannee?

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  18. Ann MMonday, April 09, 2007 11:34:00 pm

    woo hoo.!! very deep indeed..! those were some really profound verses.!

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  19. mathewWednesday, April 11, 2007 3:43:00 am

    good one..your poems are evolving better..btw are u a cetian..got a vague feeling.

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  20. AnonymousWednesday, April 11, 2007 6:42:00 am

    nice kettoo :)

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  21. Rahul NairWednesday, April 11, 2007 9:18:00 am

    Ann:
    Thanks for dropping by and finding time to read the blog.

    Mathew:
    I am tkmite. Thanks for ur comments

    Amy:
    Thanks for ur comments on most of the blogs...

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  22. AnonymousTuesday, April 17, 2007 2:10:00 am

    tats d spirit dude!!! in the begning i thght u were drowning to land of lonlinz but, by the end it shows ur mettle.....

    it happns yaaar
    nw open d window to ur new life

    rocky romeo........

    Josef Gr8

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  23. AnonymousWednesday, February 18, 2009 9:10:00 am

    Thanks for using my shot :)

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