A woeful heart, a soul taken
A love untold, a love forsaken
I mock, I lie, I spurn, I jilt.
Lips quiver to confess
The sins & guilt.
I play blindfold with my life,
Ah! it slips out like an ebbing tide,
But sing not my requiem, not yet
I have to pray
for the woe beget!
I repent, I seek mercy
I despair & wait to retire,
Hush, for I shall now pass under the blue sky
And not a blade (of grass)
shall tell where i lie.
6 comments:
That strikes a chord or two somewhere...
very touching, surprisingly given the theme :)
Loved it dear :)
take care...
cheers,
Arv
IN RESPOSNSE....THE DESTINATION UNKNOWN....
the painful thrill of confession, the facets of vicissitudes, pondering....wondering of a destination unknown, flirting with consequences,of an idea abandoned...yet comfortably relieved in insulation, from the vagaries of a life unknown .....a destination unknown....
And For the First-time : wonderfully crafted. the play of words was very classy . Good show :)
.If one has to unbundle one must start from the beginnng.
Maximus,Thank you. I'll if I have one more chance..I know how to do it right.
Arv, Thank you..stepped out of my comfort zone for this one. :)
Amrit, you write well.
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