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Monday, May 18, 2009


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!
With no particular name,
Only !pain begets pain!


Anonymous said...

this soothes me

Ajnabi rahoon main.... said...

Its really true....
Mujhe bahut kuch yaad dilati hai....

Pain is always a mirror of life so real and so true....

Wonderful keep going.....