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Inner Voice

Days come and go
Dreams wither and threaten
Smiles elude and deceive

I keep fighting the lump in my throat,
I keep pushing the thoughts
Alas!!! It is happening again…
Falling into the clutches of boredom,
I am losing my sanity…

There is this voice in me
That keeps whispering “its ok”…
How will it know that its not…
“Keep fighting” it says, “not a form that it is, to fight”, I say
“Keep Hoping”, it says, “hope for what?”, I say
“Keep Dreaming”, it says… “There you go…”, I say
“Keep Smiling”, it says, “yeah, sure!!!!!”, I say
“Catch it”, it says, and throws a smile… I do…
And here I am, with a smile on my face…
Fresh and raring to go…

“Thank you dear voice”, I say, … “ I cannot hear you”, it shouts…
I smile and I say it again…”thank you”
An echo comes back… “Arise, awake and stop not until the goal is reached…”


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Unknown said…
"Inner voice" is my favourite!!! it made me introspect n i ackowledged my inner voice for being there... Realised how vital it is to our living... the day i dont hav an inner voice, wud propably b the day dat i die!!
Thanks for throwin light on dis very imp part of our lives!!!
March 16, 2007
Su.. said…
Nice one..Though very incomplete..

Loads of flavour can be added but still the taste of the blog is very sweet :-)...
September 18, 2008
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