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Sagittarius Sky

late in the evening,
under the Sagittarius sky,
i looked back at my life

fireflies all i remember,
for only they bring happiness,
we were young and alive

have i known one day in the future,
i will break some rings,
loose some friends

how chaotic my life was,
trembling as i walk along,
not knowing which road to take

what holds the future,
my dreams so cosmic,
burdening the time strings

how i wish everyday,
to meet my progenitor,
to end my voyage


[#] Sleepless in Bangalore...on nights like this, I dig up old poems, and listen to some of the greatest tunes by the fine dudes from Daymoon and wish silently to make music again. My music page is still there, go ahead and download the mp3s and experience some prog rock [Daymoon-Ghost Particle Project].

And...why dont you talk to me anymore...?


d gypsy! said…
i loved the scribble...

they dont talk to u?
venus66 said…
It's a beautiful poem. Sometimes it's nice to look back at our life.
Take good care my friend.
Ghost Particle said…
[neha] thx :)

no i mean the sky and stars dont talk to me anymore. i used to get inspirations from there...mst find new trails soon. at the same time, if we share the same skies, we share the same dreams.

[venus] thx :) yes, looking back shows how we matured.
Miladysa said…
"Sleepless in Bangalore"

How good did it feel to write that? :D
Ghost Particle said…
[milady] heh! it felt so melancholic. LOL. this is a great city.
Veens said…
i love it... beautiful :-)

especially ...coz there is a mention of sagii sky :-) :P [jus kiddin ;-) ]

nice! :)
Jeevan said…
Nice poem.

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