Saturday, November 29, 2008

painful soul....

Eyes shed tears, lips curve for a smile
Heart beats slower, thoughts run fast.
Steps get heavier, hands refuse to move

Nay!

Not a stroke of heart or lymph
It’s a break! A break in heart of love…..
A shock greater than the quake

Devastation greater than the war’s
A pain much sharper than the wound
Of a shrapnel or a knife stab into heart.

Aye!

It’s the pain of the soul.
It’s the pain of being sole
The song of a painful soul

Left to the mercy of memories
With moments to smile
And days to shed the tears

In loneliness…in solitude.
Which I shall live
For years to come with a smile
And pain in the loved corner of my heart!

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