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my room
my room,
the real friend of my past
is stranger to every care,
every feeling
today this visit of some shirine is awarded to me by paying the yards of my companion doors
the features of people on the dusty calendar look at the wrinkles of my face
as the open eyes of a dead one stare at the faces of helpless kinsmen
even those books are not soothing today
the poems of keats
the saying of aristotal
are still as the marble structure you say some, O!MY STILL BEATING HEART
you,re my shoulder,
my friend
today give some light to this dark room
i know wot pain u,ve born look at the sore wounds of my face
SEE MY EYES
MY THOUGHTS ARE CHAINED
I CANT EVEN MISS HIM
though i do every moment
u can be restless,can cry on missing him
i cant complain even
TABLE MUTE,CLOCK STILL,BOOKS SILENT
pityable is the lonliness of my room
my room which from the years
is counting every throb of my heart stealthily
after bieng fatigued for existence
it has offered me the motherly lap
the memories of its silent blessings
lull my heart to peace
its walls accompany me close to kill the feel of my lonliness
his two pictures studded on the walls
stare me lovingly sometime
as im the princess of some distant land
:rose :rose :rose :rose
dear readers plz leave yr comments
thanks
:rose :rose :rose diya:rose :rose :rose
the real friend of my past
is stranger to every care,
every feeling
today this visit of some shirine is awarded to me by paying the yards of my companion doors
the features of people on the dusty calendar look at the wrinkles of my face
as the open eyes of a dead one stare at the faces of helpless kinsmen
even those books are not soothing today
the poems of keats
the saying of aristotal
are still as the marble structure you say some, O!MY STILL BEATING HEART
you,re my shoulder,
my friend
today give some light to this dark room
i know wot pain u,ve born look at the sore wounds of my face
SEE MY EYES
MY THOUGHTS ARE CHAINED
I CANT EVEN MISS HIM
though i do every moment
u can be restless,can cry on missing him
i cant complain even
TABLE MUTE,CLOCK STILL,BOOKS SILENT
pityable is the lonliness of my room
my room which from the years
is counting every throb of my heart stealthily
after bieng fatigued for existence
it has offered me the motherly lap
the memories of its silent blessings
lull my heart to peace
its walls accompany me close to kill the feel of my lonliness
his two pictures studded on the walls
stare me lovingly sometime
as im the princess of some distant land
:rose :rose :rose :rose
dear readers plz leave yr comments
thanks
:rose :rose :rose diya:rose :rose :rose
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