The beauty is not for me;
The perfumed garden is suffocating;
The flute sound makes me sob;
I feel like crying in celebration.
Find me among the debris….
Awake whole night with the wounded bird
..…in company of a dying flower.
…At the funeral of a chopped tree.
I stand behind all the losers
its the nightmares that give peace to my mind;
agonizing death plays a immortal tune for me;
…i wish to take rest among the dead.
They say only the dead have seen the end of suffering
then why is it bad to be dead inside;
Pain feeds and fuels my hunger;
alone is the best company i have.
The fire heals my wounds;
The destroyed lives cause my rebirth;
Poison satisfies my thirst;
This beauty is not for me .
Pretty sad isn't it
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ReplyDeleteAnirudh...Looser!! naaaaa.... Come on ... Jab life main Challenges na ho tho kya maza... haan agar u have overcome all of them,then create some ;-) what say....Were u that hurt... hmmmm?? Its over now...
ReplyDeleteWell just say these kind of challenges are no fun... Thats all...
ReplyDeleteya pretty sad...... but life isn't that sad or bad.... times come n go and alone company not a brilliant idea ana ya you deserve all the beauty of life...:)
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