Monday, January 06, 2014

the poetic note II

 
I wish I had the heart
Made up of stony flakes
And the mercury to flow about
All the tissues and nerves

The spongy eyes to hold all tears,
And a remote to control the nightmare;
I wanna give birth an actor in me,
To pretend as a blind, who can’t see.

I am puzzled oh! dear my mate,
Whatever it is destiny or a bad fate;
For each and every step I take,
No sign of light just darkness ahead.

What else now, can I do,
Nothing except dreaming you;
Crying in front of god, oh lord!!
Just an idol of lifeless mud.

Singing your song along the way,
Fixing the target reaching nowhere;
To get rejected has become a fate,
Love is the word , the most I hate.







                                                                                         July 1, 2011

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