To move with total abandon, not to think, No more secrets not even from one self. To be as light as the wind, To be like the soaring imaginations---
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...
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6 comments:
Your poetry always leaves me wistful.
Thanks so much :)
Adorable! Just like what you said on my post, some pieces of rhymes and poems, keep the faith alive; yours is one of them :)
Thanks Sourav :)
From what I could make of this, promiscuity could not have been described in more profound a manner. Lovely poem.
Thanks a bunch :)
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