Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Untold Stories

With an untold story buried within their chests,
They walk all around us...

Us; oblivious to the pain of all others, but our own
Engrossed in miseries that have befallen us,
Blind to the possibility of a pain bigger than ours,
One that may exist in the house and being of a fellow human,

Mope away in a solitary existence of -ME-
While they cry around us...

Us; conditioned to ignoring that doesnt concern us
Engrossed in matters transitory in terms of worthiness,
Blind to the need of any beside ours or just us alone,
One word -thought- extended to another could have meant to them the world.

With an untold story buried within their chests,
They walk on by all around us...
If only we stop for once, look up and See...

2 comments:

Meena said...

I've thought this a lot too...actually wanted to write a book about those I've met in life.

Hayaah said...

yea... that writing a book bit happens to me often about something suddenly, but then eventually the inspiration is all gone... I never get around to deciding how and where to start... U ofc, do let me know when u have urs written. Om, sent a link of a mini book of hers... I still have to go take a gander at that! :D
xxx