Tomorrow gonna be better.

Is it called trouble,
she sees it only doubles.
Or does it mean good time begins,
she is fighting hard to win.

does glory too magnifies,
who is the one to define.

As momentry as bubble,
everything crumbles.
be it sudden pain,
or feeling of in sane.

Nothing lasts forever,
change gonna stay everywhere.

everyday she wakes up,
with the hope she wont give up.
but at point of time she fears,
this bursts her into tears.

Her determination sails her through wordly affairs,
it shows wider perspective,decisions are fair.

Whatever happened today,
she will find a better day.
her positive look will matter,
tomorrow gonna be better.

Comments

Swati Jain said…
aur ji ye kisko dedicate ki h poem..nice h ji nice
July 15, 2008 at 10:44 AM
keshavi said…
nice poem...


she will find a better day.
her positive look will matter,
tomorrow gonna be better.


nice lines!
August 7, 2008 at 3:22 AM
Cinephile said…
Someone woke me up this mornin' and I lit a cigarette
Found myself when I stopped yawnin', started
getting myself dressed
Then I felt I had a dream, I remembered the
things I'd seen
I could still hear the things you said with that bad
dream in my head
It was a sad day, bad day, sad day, bad day

So I called you on the phone and your friend said
"she's not home"
So I told her where I'd be at and that you should
call me back
Then I looked at the morning mail, I was not even
expecting a bill
Your letter a-started "Dear", and it left me
with these tears.
It was a sad day, bad day, sad day, bad day

Think of the times that we had rows, but we
patched them up somehow
Think of the times I tried to go, but you screamed
and told me no
There is only one thing in this world that I can't
understand, that's a girl
I keep a-readin' the things you said, like a bad
dream in my head
It was a sad day, bad day, sad day, bad day

Oh, what a sad, sad, old day - a sad, old day
It was a sad, old day
A sad, old day. It was a bad, old day,
sad old day a bad old day
If there is one awful thing in this world that I can't
understand, that's a girl
It was a sad, sad old day, sad old day
It was a sad, old day


Rolling Stones (sad Day)
August 25, 2008 at 11:10 AM
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