Sunday, June 27, 2010

Desert of solitude

Her throat had swollen in deep despair
Her hair uncombed and float in air
Her eyes sulky,red with tear
Her lips concealing her inmost desire
Her feelings subsided in the desert of solitude.
She is a rockstar now called for the show
She has to make her happy and let it go
She has to show what is to be seen
She hides her tears with vanishing cream but
She can't close her eyes to hide that desert,the desert of solitude.

Thursday, June 3, 2010


So everything was over by now
I am trying hard to be patient
Getting addicted to stay in solitude
And never again bring you in my head.
Putting the child in me to sleep
Making every move after manipulation
Taking time as the only truth
And never again falling into false emotion.
No kind of impatience is visible outside
Just another workaholic
Nothing bare left to be seen wounded
No observations of being psychic.