Thursday, June 11, 2009

I pressed my nose
on the pillow to get your smell.
But in vain, reminiscing
the fragrance of your sweaty hair.
I pressed my hands
on my heart to suppress the grief.
But in vain, holding your
memories in myself.

I pressed my lips
on each other to hold my cries.
But in vain, sobbing
like a child on your rejection.

I became the culprit.
And you became the good boy.
Well, this had to happen
sooner or later !


mrniiiceguy said...

I have always been a good boy ... and dont tell me i got a chance to reject you ... lol ... just kidding ...

sounds like sweet talk after a fight between two love birds ...

A Liberated Soul said...

You are still the culprit :) But who is the good boy.

Srishti Padathiyaar said...

@ mrniiiceguy

There was no fight. There was not enough words spoken. It ended incompletely. :)

@ my soul

:D The good boy is unknown to you. ;)But yes, as you said I became the culprit.