Saturday, January 2, 2010

But after all........




Murderous breez


Whispers in my ears


Coldness that spreads


Freezes my breath


The dead silence


Mocks at me


Gigglng hysterically




But after all.....




The desert spreads


On my eye balls


Is full of invisible people.


Dear Petals

Sweet soft smooh petals
Spread and slowly settle
Not hurting or making any sound
On the meek grassy ground.

Yes, you are in yellow
Yet in sense of mellow
Though weary with the heat
You keep the pulse's beat.

Bees abandon you
Ealier who kissed you
Only dew drops touch your range
Without considering your change.

Sun's rays let them don't
Linger around you and haunt
Seeking last drop in thirst
Make you dry and wearily hurt.