Sunday, February 6, 2011

Unto his feet..

Happiest was my love, ‘cos it hurts me the most.
I wish to be born like you, to live and bury the past.
I gave you my words and  you let them fly free,
For you never needed them to be kept forever..
I loved my heart, I loved my words, I loved my promises
Though all these three are  never wanted anymore
A bruised heart needs some distant time to heal
Till another  set of memories lash to open fresh wounds
My soul took the shape of the vessel you offered.
Drained since HE desired, to become one with ‘HIM’


  1. I hope I'm not intruding on the conversation with yourself but, may I offer a comment?

    there is a lot of emotion and deep feelings in this piece. Quite a bit of thought put into it

    'A bruised heart needs some distant time to heal
    Till another set of memories lash to open fresh wounds'

    very heartfelt and moving!
    thank you

    and thank you for your visit and comment

  2. Woww!!!! So Beautiful. Touching.

    Thanks A Lot For Your Kind Visit & Compliments. Seems Like You Have Re-opened A New Blog. If I'm Correct!

  3. Dear Adithya,
    Good Morning!
    Why don't you cnverse with your friends and readers?
    Touching lines.....well expressed thought.
    Keep writing....
    Wishing you a wonderful day ahead,

  4. thank you all for your kind words.. yeah, I started writing poetry after a span of eight years. something inside me stirred to try my hand at it again..but i'm a recent blogger.Maybe I tried to communicate my thoughts with others too..