“ THE DEPTH “

Force Me not;
to sing the sad old hymn,
To bring back memories to life,
to drive Myself insane.

Let Me not;
to your false cries heed-
as often before.
Sleep on a bed of roses, yet! feel the thorns.

Sight I need none;
of those seductory frame,
or of those sparkling eyes-
that burnt Me alive.

Never again would I like to feel;
the disguised skin of yours,
or of your breath next to Mine.
your kiss- a pleasant hell.

Life’s hanging on the sail;
don’t bring back another tide-
there’s nothing left behind.
Bid Me good bye – NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN.

09/01/2004
12:25 Hrs
Belgaum running room