Now every night,
I hear my heart beat,
Spelling out your name,
And i breathe in
All the memories
You are breathed into.
The hands you had kissed,
The dreams we had dreamt,
Are away, so far away.
Like a story,
The story of
A deep wound.
Oh! how can words say
What love can do?
Every night
I try to touch the truth,
your five lettered name,
Without shattering it to pieces.
The conscience was getting crushed between the walls,
Told me that I was being prosecuted,
Right or wrong?
Will you ever forgive me for the sin
I have not committed?
And curse me
With the spell you have not casted?
No, I dont want to figure out my pain any longer
And the tears I have drowned myself in,
I only wish I were someone else.
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3 comments:
I want you to in the creative team...for Firodia...be there for the discussions.
coz its a really nice poem.
Miz Poet,Nice Going. Ashit
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