Sunday, January 9, 2011



Bed full of love ..
Yet the stains of lovelessness shine bright..
'I love U' s so many..yet madness a few..
Pegs of insanity so many..
Yet unsatiated the sanity of love...
lovers all yet.. love but some...
In building walls of loving and yet not...
I preserve a sanity called 'Sunshine'....
Catch me if U can plays my soul..in a... wilderness called life...
Hiding since ages..
little Ms 'Sunshine' all but eclipsed...

7 comments:

Purba said...

Your poetry always leaves me wistful.

magiceye said...

brilliant!!!

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Thanks so much :)

Sourav said...

Adorable! Just like what you said on my post, some pieces of rhymes and poems, keep the faith alive; yours is one of them :)

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Thanks Sourav :)

D2 said...

From what I could make of this, promiscuity could not have been described in more profound a manner. Lovely poem.

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Thanks a bunch :)