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Monday, June 26, 2006

Faith

These tears will not reach there
Can they travel far away
Does this sadness has any purpose
May be here faith comes to play

Those who can not say words
Or sing songs and offer smiles
They do have a lonely hearts
And they do travel lonely miles

Shards to sand, down the palm holes
Into the earths of distance
An itch remains deep inside
The eternal itch of existence

Is there a place of no words, no eyes
Is there a place of no sands, no bay
May be, may be....
May be there faith comes to play

4 comments:

Indrajith said...

Good One.

ventilatorblues said...

Very nice. And true.

Faith is underrated. :)

kundalini said...

this was moving, anuraag.
keep writing.

anurag said...

Thanks all :)