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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sky Or My Reflection?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky above me is blank<br>and it's empty! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's not like the beautiful sky <br>that saw me <br>over the waterworks<br>beyond the fields<br>The sky<br>that merged into the water<br>and created a vaccuum in space<br>towards the left side of the bridge.<br>and for a moment, <br>ended the differences between the mighty heavens and the lowly earth<br>and for a moment, <br>made me feel the unity, <br>the being and the nothingness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's not like that dark starry sheet<br>that mesmerized me on the mountains, <br>and made me wonder<br>about the infinite galaxies <br>that might be staring back at us, <br>and made me forget the swirling road<br>in front of me, <br>and made me happy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its not like that womb of the virgin moon<br>that covered the ocean, <br>that transcended into the web of my thought<br>and very nearly inspired me to drown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This sky, however, is blank<br>and dusty<br>and it seems to fade away <br>into an unknown oblivion.<br>It seems to have lost its reason to live.<br>It seems to be dejected, miserable.<br>...or maybe its me.<br>My eyes, that see it so! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps it is me<br>I have never been this gloomy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night when the sky<br>was bright<br>with beautifully lit stars, <br>infinite shiny scars, <br>we had walked by the shore<br>tracing an infinte bewildering pattern<br>in the plains high above in space<br>the sky was happy, that night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that morning when I woke up<br>and thought that in a petty bollywood flick<br>someone had given a nice remedy of calming the nerves<br>and I had stood before the rising sun<br>to rejuvenate my senses<br>The sky was a clear blue blanket<br>The sky was happy and full, that morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But today<br>when<br>I trudge on a dusty road, <br>on a dusty afternoon, <br>fatigued and tired, <br>finding a lost way<br>that leads to the place I call my home, <br>the sky is blank<br>and miserable<br>there are no birds up there today<br>no wisps of furry clouds<br>just vast dusty emptiness<br>no tender curves<br>just blunt edges</div><div style="margin:10px 0">....or is it me, <br>my eyes, that see it so?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Waqas+Naeem">Waqas Naeem</a><div class=q>
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and it's empty! 

It's not like the beautiful sky 
that saw me 
over the waterworks
beyond the fields
The sky
that merged into the water
and created a vaccuum in space
towards the left side of the bridge.
and for a moment..."></div>
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