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Haunting - The Ghosts from the Past

I stood there in the middle of the world,
Guilty and ashamed.
Not embarrassed by anyone but myself,
Wished I was invisible to the world, Wished I knew no one…
Prayed and pined, I hadn’t done all those things....
No one but me was to be blamed....
Did I ever get over the past? I stand to know..
I fight a battle that has to be won...
Not against the world, not against my enemies, but the ghosts of my past ..
I choose to fight the battle,
Because, I will not let past consume me,
I will stand to silence the ghosts within me….
I will fight alone; I will fight myself…..
I will LIVE...  

Long since I've posted here.... This one goes out to all the folks who are fighting their own battles... Wrote this one with a purpose to inspire and let the world know.... Every battle in life is worth fighting, there are no small ones or big ones and there are definitely NO losing battles. Every battle we  are in, we live and learn. 

On that note, I'll be right back with part-11 of Remains of a Lost Heart very soon :)
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  1. Mrun's-ideationsJanuary 5, 2011 at 12:20 AM

    woah! that was really a powerful one....! could connect... :) great work man

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  2. PramodiniMarch 17, 2011 at 10:44 AM

    I really liked this poem. I am so glad that I stumbled on to your blog from one of the blogs that I visit. This is superb!

    Sincerely,
    Pramodini

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  3. Vinay VijayakumarJanuary 23, 2012 at 12:04 PM

    @mrun: thanks da :) tat was the intent... glad it appears so...
    @Pramodini: thanks a ton :) appreciate ur feedback ... it inspires me to write :)

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