Jan 21, 2013

The stain!

Saurabh Chawla |



On a cold late afternoon
When sky was nearing dawn
I waited for the aching night
Once again to hear you prune

The ringing in my head so obvious
Moving right along the same path
Can't imagine the feeling of
My screams to which you are oblivious

The bleeding pieces of my heart
I hold together every time
To keep myself going on
I confided myself to the taste so tart 

I have waited in the past
For you like a stone
Failing to realize the fact
That one day it will leave me aghast

You said we were two bodies one soul
Walking on the beach hand in hand 
Recalling the wonderful time, but now
I don't get why you lose your cool

I want us to start it all over again
It deserves yet another chance
Yes, you heard me right this time
We will paint the picture removing the stain

4 comments:

  1. Wow..nice poem, Saurabh, Sorry I took time to visit your blog.. but then ist worth a wait! :)

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  2. The anguish is portrayed very emotionally here. I loved this part of the poem,

    "The bleeding pieces of my heart
    I hold together every time
    To keep myself going on
    I confided myself to the taste so tart"

    These lines resonates the effort we do.

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