Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Waves of time


That day does not wish to come;
Where the sun showers his grace,
Where the flowers bloom in vain!

When you have to leave,
And I have to leave.

That day does not wish to come
When I have to die for you
And you have to die for me.

That day does not wish to come
When our eyes meet and my tears are for you,
And your tears are for me.

That day does not wish to come
Cause it’s the death of the day
And the night is born.


4 comments:

PratheeshThayyil said...

Really nice,,Your way of expression is excellent.

Anonymous said...

wow!

Are you in love with a married man?
I can understand what you are going through when i read that. But its not fair as our society is different dear.

Anonymous said...

hmmmmmmm..... now thats wat u call juggling words i guess. that was a feast for my eyes ur blog and the poems. continue the good work

--xh-- said...

death have a certain beauty, which turn on taps of creativity. nicely expressed lines.