Is it pain or pleasure, the lover chides
Like a furnace burning, his heart smolder
It ain’t the fear of loosing but
The fear of not growing together
A stamp barred from the letter!!
Is it pain or pleasure, the lover chides
Says ‘what a nine inch heart would realize??’
There is no longevity of loneliness, like an ageless century
There is a longevity of love, like wrinkles on your face
A hue lost its cry!!
Is it pain or pleasure, the lover chides
Nine years have slipped like a sleepless night
The moment he feared to see…
She was with her better-half and child
Pain turned into anguish
The moon bowed amidst the sun’s heat
Is it pain or pleasure, the lover chides
Unlashed the bolts of questions and annihilates answers
Its both, he pens it down
The hurt surfaces like earth
Oh! I Am hurt …
I am hurt, he writes..
Love can never come of age .. it’s a mere fungus !
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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