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 !

A little poem that I wrote for my Darshhh, about the red flower she clicked the other day.


As red as a flower,
I could just see the redness.
Yes, the redness of that
thing called 'flower.'









Redness that stands for
a feeling called 'love'
or
Redness that stands for blood ???!!
I pity the flower for being 'red'
For it never knew,
I would create such a goof about it !!!

'Better' things !!

I've better things to do,
rather than fighting with you !!!

I've better things to do
like missing you ...

I've better things to do
like cherishing memories of us both ....

I've better things to do
like crying when you do things not acceptable ...

I've better things to do
when you give me reasons to hate
and I try to love you more and more !!!

So this is it !!!

I've better things to do
rather than fighting with you !!!