Sunday, August 19, 2012

A Tormentor...




                                           On the agonized path of
                                           my deserted life
                                           a lurching stride 
                                           took me to a poignancy
                                           where I coaxed to my pains
                                           but they rebuffed
                                           they wanted me to be
                                           with the same somber nights
                                           and a false aura of love,
                                           Where those pipe dreams
                                           were there to ravage
                                           my soul,
                                           with all the despondence
                                           I just kept on
                                           strolling,
                                           lightening bolts continued
                                           to flash across the sky,
                                           accidentally I witnessed
                                           a distraught cloud
                                           that was torn asunder,
                                           gulping sobs of grief
                                           I still went on 
                                          crooning
                                          with the same 
                                          nagging pain,
                                          and a tattered heart
                                          of mine.

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful lines.... :)

    http://apparitionofmine.blogspot.in/

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    1. thanks a lot noopur..:)
      glad u found it worth saying beautiful...:)

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  2. Your poems are not just about beauty rather they also make one think and this is what I like the most in your work. Your ability to romance words combines beautifully with a certain amount of thought, making your works typically you.
    Happy blogging :)

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    1. It's all about ur ability to sense the essence of my works dear..:)
      again thanks a zillion..!!

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