Am I mad?
Many things are piercing
Their sharp arrows on my soul, my body
And my life..
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Silssa's lucky to hav such a lovin' brother like u... n she must b watching from above n surely b happy to see people reading her wonderful poems... people die but their memories n works remain in hearts forever...........
Silsa, , , , , , , , premji, , , i want to write something....i don't know... i can't.. i remain with watered eye.......i can't see anything...... for the brilliant and gifted child...........my hearty prayer to u.....
I can not write...Prem I weep for you for me Who are left behind With weighing pain... Leena
Every victory is pregnant with a seed of failure.......Carl Jung...........a good write.........
Premji It is Heartbreaking words from your sweet little sister I cant even type few words to this column, my eyes are welled up. I don’t know how you all survived after her ‘Leaving’
life is not gifted to all....... sorrow and grief always beat us and break our back bone........ every victory always momentory when we realise almost life depart us..... I feel the grief and pain in me........
Today her heart is Splitting like a fallen dewdrop… ------ good thing i have your poems to read last for today...words came out in tears.
Brave sister she was. She knew her final exit and perhaps went for catharsis by psychic euthanasia. Brave I say again Same I’m doing [ten votes] as did in your poem no 133. My heart felt prayer for your sister at the lotus feet of Ramakrishna for her solace. dr.sakti