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Fear!

Days and nights
Come and go
Simple it looks
The life that throw
problems at you
making you the "STRONGER YOU"

Banking your strength
A step a time you took
Came a demonic hurricane
Strong winds blew
Stronger you stood,
little you shook

Was it the fear within?
You constantly yearned to win.
Burn down, Feel the cry
Weep along, Dont be shy
Vision clears
Gone are the fears

Start afresh holding the happy
- strings of life.
Don't you worry
No happiness comes easy
Push and Pulls - Prone to happen
No matter what season
Keep those lovely smiles coming.

Comments

Anonymous said…
oh you fear, dont you come near
i'm too damn tough, and dust you in a puff
coz i've gotta strong heart, and give ya tiny fart ;-)
Ifra said…
you wrote this?
@ Rags: Thank you!

@ Anonymous: Who ever you are, You have got it in you.. Thanks for those words.

@Ifra Khaliq: Welcome to Unveil the other side.
Yes I scribbled those lines. And the pic is some weird imagination of the soul in fear which I managed to come up using the MS Paint. :)
Misterio Vida said…
nice lines... and fear goes away...fantastic :)
Sahana Rao said…
Good work with Paint Ash.. ! And conquering the fears is the true courage.

Vision clears
Gone are the fears

Very true
cute lil poem by our cute lil Ashwini:-)
Pradeepa said…
What a beautiful poem.
Sum said…
Lovely lines... and a nice mspaint-sketch too :)
Vyankatesh said…
Wonderful poem - full of positive emotions!!
Irfanuddin said…
Beautiful thoughts with beautiful message into it...
@ Muhammad Israr: Welcome here . Thanks so much

@ Spicy sweet and @ Sum: hmmm I think I'd start doing some more art in the future. Thanks for those inspirational words.

@ Mishi: Thanks Dear!

@Pradeepa @Bikram @A @ Vyankatesh @ Irfan : Glad all kinda like this piece of writing.
Lipsy said…
Magical Words,nicely woven into beautiful lines...loved it to the core!!!

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Kavita Saharia said…
Beautiful !You are gifted Ashwini :):)
raji said…
very nice poem ashwini.U have expressed the real emotions and the ways to handle them very effciently in ur poem.
@Lipsy: Thanks!

@Kavita: Encouragement is the only fuel to my brain and I just keep writing. Thanks a lot.

@ Raji: Welcome to Unveil the other side. Thanks for dropping by.

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