Monday, February 22, 2010

I'm trying to
stitch my wounded heart.
It's painful
and I can't do it anymore.

I will have to leave it open,
for the germs to eat my wound.

Still the pain will be there,
causing slow and horrifying death.

My wounds open,
my grieves exposed.
I wish I were
anesthetized by your love,
my wound was stitched,
to be healed forever !


aditya neelambaran said...

Very touching.
I was waiting 4 ur poem everyday.2day got 3 poems as ur gift.But i feel sad reading ur poems.I'm hoping 2 get a pleasant romantic poem from u....i'll pray 4 ur happiness.So that u can write pleasant luv poems

Tanvi said...

This is so sad...

First visit. Nice blog.

Sreekumar Nair said...

Very nice poem. Especially at the last part. Keep writing