Monday, 6 September 2010

Roses to the Blackened Heart…

Dreamy eye’s, Searching Faces,
Hopes against the hopeless mind,
Myopia Dreams-broken windowpanes,
The Angel stare at the pure light,
The Devil Sparks the Craving Heart.

Take me away to the Realm of your own Device,
Bind with voice of Enchantment-and send me to a dream,
Pain the Blacken heart with you fairness,
How can pain be a pleasure,yet when we are blind.
From our own dreams.

It’s all a dream, a mist in the dawn,
How could the moon glow,without the sun.
And if the two eye’s met  what would they say ?
What would decay ? What would be made ?
What would be the ending at the end of our time…

 

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Gara-Yaka made no comment when he passed this note to me scribbled on a Doughnut Paper Bag(Doughnut half eaten). After finishing the doughnut, well i thought of putting up the poem… Pooh.. Gara-Yaka, the poet.. LoL.

5 comments:

  1. Ha Ha Ha ..........
    Romantic Gara Yaka....Ha Ha Ha

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  2. Hope that end would be marvelous one....
    With her....oops....or some else..like....?u knw..
    frgot...With special degree....

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  3. Pala pala.. Umba danna 'Special' eka.. :-P

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  4. nicely worked out man, written with true feeling n exact words (well, da feeling lasted nt for long though,i guess :P )... U have a great future buddy.....

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