Tanvi goel

The Real Me - Poem by Tanvi goel

i am imaginative
i am objective
i am half-witted, and i am selfish

i wonder why people think i pretend to be dumb
as if dumbness is a new flavour to get drunk
i hear the tic-tic of heart....
i wanna see beyond the tears...
how does it feel to be unchained and to be free-spirited? ? ? ?
i desire to taste it once......

i pretend to be ferocious to be stalwart
no one has ever touched the real me
i feel like rejected, forlorn and abandoned
i wanna touch the euphoria
i worry about the inevitable
i cry that the moment has passed for ever

i understand the kinship the agony of tribulations
i say be a rebel but do i really wanna be it....? ? ? ?
i dream of watercolour effects coming to my life
my canvas never remains dry

i try to be brisk,
the jewel of evry eye,
but destiny lands me in the boiling bowl of contempt and cry
i hope a stupendous morning comes when you get to know the real..... me......

Comments about The Real Me by Tanvi goel

  • (1/26/2010 9:14:00 AM)

    Awesome... as i said earlier! ! ! ! ! ! ! ... ;) (Report) Reply

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  • (1/26/2010 7:26:00 AM)

    thnku so mch.....thse cmnts really mean a lot to me..... (Report) Reply

  • (1/26/2010 7:18:00 AM)

    really awesome poem..... a really gud start.. rather an excellent poem to start with......: D (Report) Reply

  • Adam Reed (1/26/2010 6:41:00 AM)

    Fantastic poem man i liked it =) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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