Parul Sharma's Blog, page 2
June 13, 2014
Because … To quit, isn’t my style
In everybody’s life, there comes a day
When you sit in silence and the thoughts play
It was not this what you have dreamt, May be you still need to move miles, to get it nascent
The world would never be the same Time that pass, would never have the lost spark in its flame...
In an attempt to burn the flame, You try to recuperate, and plod in the game…
The saturnine stars show up their monster face, You wonder, if there would ever be an end to the race...
Still, you plod, plod till you bleed The savor of success is all you need
Because there is a sunshine after a cloudy day, The positive thoughts still ponder on their way,
You still love to die while chasing your dream, And realize that there isn’t much time to maudlin
Brought back to the reality, by your instinct to win… Maybe some efforts are still left, maybe the last interim…
Still, you plod, plod till you bleed… The savor of success is all you need…
Mettlesome you, have done it finally Worshiped as the epitome of intractability.
(C)Parul Sharma
13/6/2014
It was not this what you have dreamt, May be you still need to move miles, to get it nascent
The world would never be the same Time that pass, would never have the lost spark in its flame...
In an attempt to burn the flame, You try to recuperate, and plod in the game…
The saturnine stars show up their monster face, You wonder, if there would ever be an end to the race...
Still, you plod, plod till you bleed The savor of success is all you need
Because there is a sunshine after a cloudy day, The positive thoughts still ponder on their way,
You still love to die while chasing your dream, And realize that there isn’t much time to maudlin
Brought back to the reality, by your instinct to win… Maybe some efforts are still left, maybe the last interim…
Still, you plod, plod till you bleed… The savor of success is all you need…
Mettlesome you, have done it finally Worshiped as the epitome of intractability.
(C)Parul Sharma
13/6/2014
May 2, 2014
IT HURTS ... it really does !!
I fear …
I fear to trust another guy ...
I fear to love someone again …
I fear to take those compliments to heart …
Becoz … Someday again that trust would be broken … Someday again my soul would be ribbed apart… Someday again those hurtful words would crop in …
I miss … I missed to tell you that it is only you I love I missed to tell you that I can’t forget you … I missed to tell that it hurts every second …
But ... It’s fine because the love is partisan … Why to forget? When it’s only you I wanna remember ? Maybe this pain is all in my luck line …
(C)Parul Sharma
Becoz … Someday again that trust would be broken … Someday again my soul would be ribbed apart… Someday again those hurtful words would crop in …
I miss … I missed to tell you that it is only you I love I missed to tell you that I can’t forget you … I missed to tell that it hurts every second …
But ... It’s fine because the love is partisan … Why to forget? When it’s only you I wanna remember ? Maybe this pain is all in my luck line …
(C)Parul Sharma
