Monday, January 05, 2009

Heart...


Stung by an unknown bee,

With falling steps randomly;

Tiring, Bleeding, Murmuring to myself…

A drop of blood from my brain to heart;

A hint of sweat from my toe to hairs…

With a trail,

That doesn’t last long, much;

It starts, shatters, walks,

pops, lifts and then dies…

To a path which doesn’t get steps,

With a step which doesn’t make sound;

Sounds of deep slumber…

It doesn’t get heard;

It goes… it comes…

It moves… it jumps…

It talks only to himself;

Though with the loudest thuds,

It doesn’t get noticed…

Doesn’t create attention…

Lacks sensation;

A slumber in peace…

A thought in motion…

A mind in capture…

A heart in prison…….





Its a general one; nothing specific.. read the words, not my mind.. :P

3 comments:

Chhavipreet Singh said...

ah....a b'ful topic "a heart in prison"....it's amazing how u've used such crisp statements an such an abstract topic...n hey "read the words, not my mind.. :P"...y so??

LET IT BE JUST ABOUT ME said...

yes really bueatiful, awesome !!!!!
Good job

ashkd said...

@Shakhnoza.. thanks.. :-)