Tuesday, 17 May 2011

I SNIVEL MY WAY ALONE

Can my rumbling mind alone sew up?
The heart that lost the way to stand up.

Hurting me are the numerous scruples,
distracting are all those love filled bubbles.

A scintilla of happiness is all what i want,
stuck in this slough, I just can't.

He finds it best to shelve the discussion,
pinching every part of my flowing emotion.

I lie counting the pros and cons,
to stop, when the final conclusion dawns.

1 comment: