the search for the right words
With heavy heart and long-held breath,
I let out the words, "I am not done yet,"
Or so I am wont to think,
For all they hear is gibberish.
I let out the words, "I am not done yet,"
Or so I am wont to think,
For all they hear is gibberish.
I recollect some instances
Of follies old, deep regrets,
Held back, half-wrecked;
A ship unaware of its end.
Of follies old, deep regrets,
Held back, half-wrecked;
A ship unaware of its end.
The sorrowful roads run their coarse,
Quietly delivering screeching remorse
To travellers just passing by,
And rejoicers ignoring life.
Quietly delivering screeching remorse
To travellers just passing by,
And rejoicers ignoring life.
But all I am is meaning,
Yet to be understood;
All I have are words,
For you to see it too.
Yet to be understood;
All I have are words,
For you to see it too.
the search for the right words
Written by Yash Raj Talan