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Friday, January 18, 2008

The Black Thrist

A lonely life , surrounded by condensed black
A pair of eyes , who can't find himself ..
Still , far away from the up roaring world
Behind the loveless hard-hearted cruelty ;
Under the cover of dark blanket
There is a strange feel of pleasure


Here the sun will never rise again ,
No expectation of a golden warm morning ,
No disappointment anymore waiting for sun shines.
The stars and the moon have disappeared behind a cloud,
And this cloud makes the darkness even darker …
A cloud , that will never turn into downpour again.


Nothing moves …everything is still.. lifeless here
Breathing seems to be like unnecessary luxury.
Here the silence wants to know the final wish
And just waiting… when the eyes will close for ever
The black color will become immortal in life
And finally the soul will rest in peace. ..forever ..forever…

1 Comments:

At 9:50 AM, Blogger Tanzi said...

The sun does shine every day...its how u accept its light...and the soul never vanishes into darkness, its the light of life that engulfs it....that experience is immeasurable.....

 

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