Sunday, 28 March 2010


Those were the past
I dare forget
yet the time !
evokes those memory
hundreds of scalp
lying down the beach
what a thrust!
over the layers
a obsession
the threat over tranquility
my past 'are' parched
a stormic impregnation

the havocs in my mind
clad with anger
never tend to cease

chastity of my soul
lost over the years
battered in my eyes
my placids 'are' withered/
i lost my house
i lost my joys
angst in my mind
like an unceasing war

A lost knight
thrusting in my heart
dabbing in my senses
bursting in my feels
still reviving
Never tend to end

                         Bishesh 'displaced'
         23rd March

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