October 12, 2010

Waxed is my soul

How shall I soothe, how shall I stop
This screeching scorching pain,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .

Beneath the black blur
My tears turn tough
My moans mix in mist,
My ride remains rough . . .

Waxed is my soul,
Stained, no longer sane,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .

14 comments:

  1. Wonderful! could feel every word of it.

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  2. Nice work... You hv depicted the emotions really well

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  3. @Jaspreet I love that you enjoyed it, thanks a lot.

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  4. @Sino @SONY thanks a lot friends for reading, your comments propel me to write more.

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  5. @Moon-shine So sweet of you to say that my friend. Thanks.

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  6. If you guys get time, you can read some of my small poems at my blog:

    http://clearlikeclarity.blogspot.com/

    And please leave your kind comments if you like some poems there.

    I too will go and visit each of your blogs and would love to read some stuff there.

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  7. Dont go out my friend,
    If you are so soft
    to melt in a rain,
    because then what will you do
    under the scorching sun?

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  8. Hey Doctor buddy thanks for the advice,
    Outside is a place I won't go,
    And as you know, it isn't that nice,
    When you know that there's a lot more than you know.

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