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Suffocated

In a rush to survive, you forget to breathe
Your mind, clogged with trivial matters, doesn’t see the bigger picture
The sky is blocked behind the towering skyline and polluted air
Swimming among the sea of people
You lose the sense of direction, purpose
You become just another swimmer
Forgetting who you really are
Where and why are you here
You kill your desires with your needs
You chain yourself to your own greed
You slowly become comfortable in your cage
Even if you want to, you are scared to fly
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Unknown said…
Do these writings represent your mental state? Or do you write them to maintain a positive mental state?
:) :)
August 26, 2009 at 7:58 PM
Bharti Bedi said…
@rompy: just a general feel, after observing things around me..
p.s good to have a reader:)
August 27, 2009 at 5:11 AM
MKan said…
The story of my life all over :)
August 27, 2009 at 10:12 AM
MKan said…
btw welcome back i missed your writings
August 27, 2009 at 10:15 AM
Pallav said…
you can break out anytime you want.


Really.

N
August 27, 2009 at 1:50 PM
Anonymous said…
hi..
yur writing is yur flight..
yur brakes..
keep posting..
August 28, 2009 at 12:33 AM
Anonymous said…
recently got fired at work. mixed with shame and whatnot i question did this happen for a reason. but reading ur "writings" about
---You kill your desires with your needs
You chain yourself to your own greed
You slowly become comfortable in your cage
Even if you want to, you are scared to fly---
resonates some of what i feel.
September 2, 2009 at 6:54 AM
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