This is a blog to highlight the perennial dilemma, plights, joy, frustations, enlightenment of being a H1b holding Indian in USA..Collection of true personal experiences, observations on living the Great American Dream-the Indian way
Her eyes bright with hope Her smile ooze perennial confidence Her hair shadows the moonlight Her gaze across the horizon Her lips silent in thoughts
She broke my heart...
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And the world would close down, like a shop having done with its day And then you would look into the vacant sky with your vacant eyes asking the unfathomable question "why did it happen to me" The silence will crawl closer to you; planning to swallow you into an eternity of unanswered questions Your ears will buzz with people talking in loud voices, very fast, as if life is flying past them, at a breakneck speed You would wonder if this is the end of sanity Then you would invite sleep with all your might Then you will ask for the gift to let go; for the gift to forgive and for the gift of peace.
2 comments:
end to your poem
And the world would close down, like a shop having done with its day
And then you would look into the vacant sky with your vacant eyes asking the unfathomable question "why did it happen to me"
The silence will crawl closer to you; planning to swallow you into an eternity of unanswered questions
Your ears will buzz with people talking in loud voices, very fast, as if life is flying past them, at a breakneck speed
You would wonder if this is the end of sanity
Then you would invite sleep with all your might
Then you will ask for the gift to let go; for the gift to forgive and for the gift of peace.
Hey man...you sound really broken...Sorry to hear this. Try to win her back...it's never too late. All the best!
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