It lies still and placid,
Between the folds of thy heart!
Like a foetus, sleeping secure
In a mother's womb.
The way the sky nests,
The winds in its palms.
It dwells in the realms,
Of those grainy eyes.
Like the water, getting dyed,
In the hue of the unknown.
It metamorphoses, itself
In thy name and form.
How strange it is!
Pain!
With no particular name,
Only !pain begets pain!
Between the folds of thy heart!
Like a foetus, sleeping secure
In a mother's womb.
The way the sky nests,
The winds in its palms.
It dwells in the realms,
Of those grainy eyes.
Like the water, getting dyed,
In the hue of the unknown.
It metamorphoses, itself
In thy name and form.
How strange it is!
Pain!
With no particular name,
Only !pain begets pain!
2 comments:
this soothes me
Its really true....
Mujhe bahut kuch yaad dilati hai....
Pain is always a mirror of life so real and so true....
Wonderful keep going.....
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