Ruhi Shah

(12-12-1991)

Lessons To Be Learnt and Forgotten


What have I learned from living?
I have learned that loving and being loved may not happen simultaneously
That you cry the loudest without tears
Emotions run wild
Circumstances leave you tied
Free flowing, like water
That there are things that you can feel but not hold
Shifting constantly to fit the puzzle
Protected, controlled, poked and played with
That even when your soul is tired
Your legs don't stop
That these words are as empty as this world.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 18, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (4/17/2013 8:05:00 PM)

    free flowing. words and world are one and same. I like it. thanks.
    I invite you tom read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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