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The Unfinished song...

Well the wait is finally over...here is Dreamz Song no 6...its called 'The Unfinished song...".

The Unfinished Song

A few chords unstruck,
A few lines not written,
for a song that is still incomplete.
What I wrote reminds me,
of the past, memories.
sweet and bitter.
Whats left are all dreamz,
unfulfilled and incomplete.

As a new phase starts,
a new life begins,
leaving all thats behind,
and taking only memories,
to cherish mostly,
and sometimes to regret.
Coming with me also,
is the dream,
The way will be unknown,
The players new,
the rules will change...

What wont is the dream,
the promise of the lines not written,
Want to come along with me,
on the new way,
to complete the unfinished dream?

Comments

Shreshth said…
Want to come along with me, on the new way, to complete the unfinished dream?

My dear friend i am ready, want to tag along someone else too ;-)

nice poem, as always...great work
4/23/06, 11:13 AM
Shishir said…
a new phase.. a new life but then that's what we all wanted a dream for all of us..very few can clearly see the entire dream is all hidden in the fog..bit murky..but then it's all we have right now..DREAM
4/23/06, 11:35 AM
Anonymous said…
thank you all for the comments.
4/30/06, 9:06 AM
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