You come out of that beautiful packet
and get gently squeezed between my index & the middle fingers,
to sacrifice thyself.
Perhaps for some, you are my aristocracy;
For some, you are the harmony in the jar of my heart;
Some say, you are the hope alive when I am gloomy;
And my friend when I am alone;.
You burn thyself million times, to satiate my unceasing thirst;
Do you kill? Or I kill you?
I don't realize, I just know
You are a whisper in my silence;
You are the companion of my broken heart;
A resolution of my hesitant dream .
Nice one dude. Although i don't like poetry.. may be because most of the time i don't understand poetry :). But this one is cool, Keep writing
ReplyDeletethanx bro! :)
ReplyDeletenice one...I think it is the translation of ur assamese poem..I can remember few words from that poem...anyway keep it up...
ReplyDeletethnx buddy. yes, it's indeed a translation of my Assamese Poem :)..
ReplyDeletebtw, wish i cud knw ur name :)