He pointed a gun at me
And looked me in the eye
His hands trembling
But a strange determination
On his face
I could see the hate
And pain in his eyes
I very well knew
What had triggered
This and who was
To be blamed
As I stood there
In front of the barrel
Very near to my end
I thought of the ways
To lie once more
And make a promise
That I won’t keep
And then
Before I knew
He pulled the trigger
And I was dead!
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-Jafar Rehman
Death is a fasinating subject and I like how it affects people, it invokes fear, pain, regrets. I will die one day and so will you, but the question I ask is are we going to die after we have lived the life we wanted or the life we never wanted in the first place.
Okay, this is where I stop asking you the stupid questions. Hope you liked what I wrote! Let me know anyway.
Definitely not stupid questions !
Gets me introspective on individual level. Like for me right now 🙂
Needless to say again. Always like your work 🙂
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I am glad you like my work, Pratyusha 🙂
And maybe questions needs to be asked and there isn’t a stupid question at all?
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Hehe yes.
You have started the formality again 😛
Seems like we should talk more often to remind you “no formalities :D”
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It is in my blood after all. :p
I will try and take care from next time but yeah you should keep reminding me of it! 😉
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Hahaha definitely 🙂
Missing ur blog posts. Come back in form after ur exams 😀
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I am somehow glad that you miss my posts 😉
I will be back!
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And yes, all the best my friend 😉
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Thanks Pratyusha 🙂
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poem written by a dead man 🙂
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Oh yes! 🙂
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