Tears, that half stop in my eyes
Shreds I snatch and scratch all around
My face I hide behind the veil
As I listen to the haunted sound
Tonight again the color altered
The light split in seven sounds
As my day dressed as groom
Married my night in seven bounds
Scratches became scars yet show
And bleed enough for them to hound
Those trickles I still hold in my eyes
Trickles that will fertile the ground
No no I must hide, burst open myself
Parts torn and sewn for parts to pound
And hang over the seven skies
Split in light and split in sound
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i am totally speechless...
How many times have I told you that you are amazing with words. Yet again, I am stupefied with the way you weave your thoughts.
How do you do it girl?
and why is there so much of pain??
Why do we write when we are in pain??
wow..the veils which shroud the varied depths and meanings of your poetry is truly awesome.
waise mein adde bhaisaab ko bool bool ke thaakh gayan hoon :D but do check out my venture www.simplypoet.com
and plz. plz. do post your poem over there with your blog!!
शब्दों की माला...
cheers
sometimes words elude... not in any writer's block or i'm speechless mode...they just elude...sometimes alphabets just don't come together, sometimes thread of thoughts don't mesh... sometimes a thing of beauty in front of u is so overwhelming that...
Scratches became scars yet show
And bleed enough for them to hound
Those trickles I still hold in my eyes
Trickles that will fertile the ground
So much pain ...
GBU
Arti
This is what a friend shared with me and I share it with you
And you have left enough description for me to sense the pain :)
very nicely done
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