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Four Secretive Walls

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Away from the usual rushing crowd and customary 
So as to attain solace and delve something new I seek solitary
Where I can freely imbue my thoughts, deep feelings and realization
The creeping urge of it within has refined my life's interpretation 
It has stowed and extended me to a different visionary world 
Where you read and perceive different stories without hurled 
Insensitive to rest of the crowd it confronts in shades various
Like this, I've read many of the secret stories ; Anonymous!
Peeping through the lane, my eyes wander to embrace and pertain
Entrancing a picturesque behind the four walls and curtain
There are so many four secretive walls all around me  
Conspire a perception, the same moment could be of grief or glee
Those split seconds bless birth to someone and takes away someone's life
My sight clutches their encountering vibes vary from refrain to strife 
Some of them screams aloud to get my attention and empathy
But then, a realism overtakes; Am no one to interfere and I turn apathy

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  1. Ph_May 20, 2014 at 2:20 AM

    hmm... defines the keen observant side of you :)
    P.S I hope your exams went well. Mine ended last friday. I have been missing youQ

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    1. SimranJune 3, 2014 at 7:27 PM

      Yea :)
      I love to observe things hidden from others' sight. Done with exams another one to come :P
      Awww..same here. Missing you a lot!!!

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  2. BikramMay 20, 2014 at 7:36 PM

    Realism overtakes.. well its good to live in realism :)

    lovely poem

    Bikram

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  3. UnknownMay 21, 2014 at 3:50 AM

    wow...nice poem n lovely pic too...
    my recent one :http://www.vanitynoapologies.com/2014/05/rimmel-london-show-lip-lacquer-apocalips-aurora-review-swatches.html

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  4. Amrit SinhaMay 26, 2014 at 7:33 PM

    I wish plagiarism wasn't a crime, else I would have surely stolen your words :-p

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  5. संजय भास्‍कर June 3, 2014 at 11:29 AM

    lovely pic

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