Saturday, May 7, 2011


The incomprehensible little things

They are there. In the books of love
And follow each moment. Of joy and pain

Yes the pain for love and that from same
And all the joys of this world

In all these moments your mind is calm
But there goes in your heart, a wavy psalm

Our soul is incomplete without these pearls
For the burst of feelings and all the snirls

When the words end on the tip of tongue
It's up for the eyes to churn the unsung

Poor beings. Our hearts have only one language
With tears and beats, they speak the passage

All those lovely moments of this rain
And the ones who caused this sweet pain

They are buried here forver
Deep in my heart's tranquil river

I'm poor at words to tell any more
Let me do with another run of sore :(