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Astha

That’s right, laugh it over,

I sit here, and you’re miles away.

And I’m drifting.

Drifting away to a world unseen,

A place meant only for me.

A place unborn, a place untouched, even by me.

That’s right, talk it over,

You might wanna know, you might wanna see.

You’re right here talking to me,

And I’m drifting.

Drifting to a place that lies,

Beyond what you can ever reach.

A place that can only be felt, by me.

4 responses to “Drifting”

Qwerty

June 15, 2011

The more I read this, the more I can feel your emotions behind this. An honest post, and by far one of your melancholic best. It's beautiful.

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Sakshi

June 15, 2011

come out of your dreamworld darling … get a reality check :p

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Astha Prakash

June 15, 2011

Thank you chee. Your comment means a lot. It's amazing that you get it 🙂

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Udit Jain

June 27, 2011

when will you stop writing such good posts??

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I’m Astha

Welcome to my blog. I use this space as a pensieve: a place to store my memories and feelings. It’s a rest house. An easy chair. A watering hole for the soul. I’m glad you’re here. Take a look around, make yourself at home ☕