21 September, 2007

pitiful pride

the wounds unravel unhealing themselves
they are her pain-laced threads
the needle stitches an ugly irony
piercing her in, she shrieks in dread
an uneasy calm ebbs in and out
in torrid feverish waves
she writhes and closes weary eyes
pain her master, she his slave
she mutilates herself and tears apart
one wretched thought a time
and all I feel is pity
self-wallowing
all-encompassing
whining
pity

3 comments:

  1. Deep !

    Leaves me musing n lil shattered too.

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  2. Anonymous9:55 pm

    banjar hai sab banjar hai.. jab dhoondney hum firdaus chaley.

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  3. wow! the passion is palpable

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