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I Fear,do you?

I fear of a man standing next to me.
I fear of an array of dark clouds gathering,
forming into a giant,little by little on the horizon.
And I saw a flash of terror while walking over a
small railway footbridge,
lights on its roof flickering in a perfectly cold winter night.

I can't let some words be spoken.
I am cautious about the unforseen consequences.

I live in fear,I live in hope but I can't perceive the exuberence of the present.
I am the cynic.I am the critic.
I laugh at people but I don't have the will to confront myself.

What mockery can be greater than this?

Comments

SUTIRTHA said…
Good One...Relaity Check and as the saying goes : Relity Bites!!! :-)

The ImAgInOr seems to be on a roll...keep rolling out more such creations!!!
January 28, 2012 at 11:32 PM
Urchin said…
thanks man..u paved the way..
January 28, 2012 at 11:35 PM
anindyo said…
you speak for all of us ...we are all eternally always afraid of sumthyn or the other
January 28, 2012 at 11:49 PM
PINGPONG said…
Nicey.....<3
i fear of losing "Me"...:P
February 2, 2012 at 10:30 PM
PINGPONG said…
Nicey....

I fear of losing "ME"... weird but true...

truly said..that we are all scared of losing somethng...
February 4, 2012 at 1:39 PM
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