Jiya, 20 january 2012
How does it feel when,
The one you loved… leaves you…
How does it feel when,
The One you TRUSTED, breaks you…
How does it feel when, those;
Who are yours; you are with…Accuse You…
It is not that, Life is This…But;
It is what I am Gifted with…
It is NOT what I deserve…
It is not what I want…
He who was not worth My Love…
He who Loved Me…But I!
Was not worth His love…
What is wrong or right?
Ain’t I bothered…
That matters is the Pain it caused…
Those heartbreaks…These days…And;
this I? Where’s it gone...
Was it a sacrifice of life or my Luck that.
That the things will get well afterwards?
Had it been on time…but I.
All the follies or destiny of Mine…
The Fate they made…
I only ask the Forgiveness…
if “I” am worth that…
Forgive Me!
Pardon Me!
Curse Me…
That “I”...
Jiya, 16 january 2012
Somebody take me to grave…
‘Am still naïve… with
vicisstitudes all in grey…
The need is gone… the urge so on…
Want to lay there…as ‘Am now…
With no whims of joys and sorrows…
The identity of being anonymous…
Where; the world of famous lay far behind…
That solitary world…I was made to love…
So calm and sound… with none around…
The flashes of happy memoirs, hunt me down…
The haggles of present life, will be far gone…
Where death; lay serene to me, astride…
Only the Parson off
humans will decide…
The fate of mine…
The time will pass…my soul ll be off past…
free and liberated…To the worlds of knights…
Jiya, 16 january 2012
We both stood there…
Hand in hand…for so long…
I with her and she in her black…
I still remember.
The serene air of sea.
The transparent touch of waves.
And those turbulent thoughts oft- in me…
That killing calmness ,
The feeling of uncertain certainty…
The trust thee possessed;
I still remember that love for me in those eyes…
But. Somebody…and anybody for me.
That;
I spurred you… to cradle me alongwith thee…
Wrap me all in you,
Just as you did to he…the same…
‘am done skulking my pain…
This excruciating …rheumy life…
I admit. I lacked guts… to be with you…
But now by you.
Feel all happy and gay.
I love you. Why they…
call You Death…
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