Grim


Noon Shadow fear, the passing
Miles that play tango with stricken expressions;
Jugular grasps and lamenting veins flutter
At what might have been.

To the lowest bidder forsaken,
Betrayed for being loyal.
Daggers enter sharp through my back, twisting all that I knew.
Gashed thoughts, no pain it only aches
Everybody’s trusted ferret.

Comments

my mind said…
hai
it is a nice thing
started by you
i like that very much
February 25, 2008 at 2:23 PM
Patronus Charm said…
thanks for commenting.
your blog looks very vibrant.
you are absolutely right- no one will be bored here.
February 26, 2008 at 6:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Nice job, btw all the links are working?
February 29, 2008 at 1:43 AM
sandeep menon said…
its nice..........
the painting is good
March 3, 2008 at 6:45 AM
SAMU said…
its lovely...gud work...i loved ur autumn mahal,,the bottled identity....keep writing...tc...
March 3, 2008 at 8:21 PM
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