I crushed her with the nauseating bludgeon,
Pulling her up in time,
i cant leave her to die,
As i pierced her life with mine.
Blood, then, flowed like it never has,
Drawing just the sketches of stenching past.
I was a harlot in my love,
but, here, her blood has my anathema.
Impressive! but i dint expect such strong poetry from a person who jumps all arnd the place like he is havin all the fun in this world:D
ReplyDeletebut never stop...keep it comin!
even if no one else reads i wil...u see iam a grateful human being;)
sulfia, u r mistaken. there are many ppl who read it these days.
ReplyDelete@ aravind,
i have the same comment of sulfia's abt the poetry. i expect you wont stop posting in the blog
@devu dats between the two of us...private joke;)
ReplyDeleteI never intended it the way u understud it
hmmmm.
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