Raindrops make a twinkling sound--
my eyes are closed, closed in the thunderstorm.
The heart skips a beat of romance-
the smell of mud engulfing my senses.
I climb higher, higher on mount despair,
Do i look for solace or consolation?
The ciggarate smoke blends a new concotion-
Each drop of ink screaming of anguish!!
The lights in the valley ignite an infinite depth,
I look for answers, answers and pain.
By now my heart has skipped an eon beats--
with my life and thoughts drowned in a cold mist.
Each night a new tune walks upon my lips,
my thorny love has been feasting on my skipping heartbeat.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
A miSTY HEARtBEAt !!!!!
Posted by prithvi at 2:28 PM
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