This is my story A silent life Stillness is saying Why are you enduring the oppression An old tale From the mouth of solitude Every wound is blooming Its telling me something Im am gathering these pining spikes of griefs from my world of memories I m am alive in the cloak of falling walls On the whole this is my story An unmarked souvenir A fear is flowing Dews of love are sounding in my world THE SHADOWS OF AMBUSHED DEATH KEEPS ON SHOWERING, My eyes get tangled with the ink No one theres no one to tell How long should wait for the sunshine No one theres no one Neither near nor away This is love heart beats of heart which keeps proclaiming their affection life is one which keeps living which keeps sipping the world which keeps stitching my dreams with the eyes now there is no one near me even though a feeling is there tangled in here there is hope to live this heart which is woods of memories burnt and injured heart by these spikes of grief. ~Shared by: Jeetendra Navgikar
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 10:00:00 +0000
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