Image by Mathiaus via FlickrWithered flowers
do not bloom again!
This heart has
been blossoming since ages!
Whose fragrance has
kissed its ashes,
pain of its ashes is howling!
The thorns shall always be
pricking the arteries like leeches;
Image via WikipediaEach morning
bears the load of
painful night;
White ray of moon
with rainbow colours,
is dancing on my palm!
The fire is burning
since unknown times;
Hunger is dancing
a ballet of love,
with a grain of rice
in its womb!
Sorrows are dancing
at my doorstep
filling new colours
in my songs!
Pain has given birth to
a new awakening,
Pain is the cornerstone
of pleasure,
The caravan of pain
is progressing steadily
since ages....!
---Daman
06/08/2010
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