Its cold outside,
And even colder inside...
Only the skin is burning
With the fever of love.
Its bleak out there,
Even bleaker in here.
Just thunderstorms
Striking from above.
An empty chest
Lost, in its own hollowness...
Hands grappling for
It knows not what.
It's bleeding
Yet there isn't any pain.
Because, ceaselessly
The guns have shot.
Get me together
Before I fall apart.
Let some music play
And drown the cries.
On the deserts,
Please shower some rain.
Give a reason
To open my eyes.
Hope, please stop:
Your game of hide and seek.
Just let some rest
Calm the troubled soul.
Don't touch the waters
Want no more ripples.
Does love need
An even greater toll?
This will not stay
For long now...
I can already hear
The heart beat shakily.
The storm will end
And love will win.
A new song again
Will chime happily...
P.S:This poem is dedicated to all those friends out there, who at some point of time or the other, have a broken heart and just need a few words to pick up the pieces...
6 comments:
nice..liked it very much... especially this para..
"Hope, please stop:
Your game of hide and seek.
Just let some rest
Calm the troubled soul.
Don't touch the waters
Want no more ripples.
Does love need
An even greater toll?"
we all thrive on tht hope..
@vishnu...hey..thanx so much :)
"The storm will end
And love will win.
A new song again
Will chime happily..."
my goodness!! it's simply great and more than that! i loved this...
mujhe sach main kuch nahi samjha...
donno ... y .. :(
wonderful composition.. right words with proper feelings..
I liked it very much!!!
really awesome....
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