Pic. Courtesy: InternetI looked out of the window...
the green leaves had dried...
turned yellow with age...
slowly and sadly she died...
An hour-glass prisoner...
nothing to do but weep.
bounded by ropes of words,
sunk further and further deep.
In this fucked up brain of mine..
I don't know, what to do..
tears...they blind my eyes...
I'd ask the shadows..."who are you??"
It was me who gave you the poison nectar...
Sorry...i had to let you go...
I'll wait for you till eternity...
You can sleep now...cold..sound and slow.
4 whispers that i heard....:
So why u like to sleep sum one in cold sleep.And Poisons are blue i presume.
Ne ways..........................this is indeed a good work from your brain cells.........
Keep it up,,,,,,,,,,,,,
ooohhh.....!!! why do most of ur writings.....reflect my mind?....it is an awsome piece..very deep though...keep up the good work!!
jo zeher pee raha hun, tumhi ne mujhe diye...
ab tum to zidagi ki duuaein mujhe na do...
lovely poem. lovely blog ... will definately be back for more...
good work...although explain me the best two words in dat "hourglass prisoner"..
gr8 concept...
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