Why is it that when you hand your heart on a platter,
They think that its just the thing to use as a pincushion?
And its such a pain later to sit and take each pin out.
One by one, with nary but a sigh allowed to escape.
All this and some hit me when I was in mode introspection.
That in this day and world there is no place for affection.
And so, I am cynical of my abstraction.
And bored of being called an aberration.
Disenchanted with the word called love;
Merely a word, apparently denoting a treasure trove,
Of emotions so flighty that they are a myth.
So I am giving up on this business forthwith.
From this moment forth my heart shall bear a sign:
"Keep out, Trespassers prosecuted on crossing this line".
9 comments:
Like seriously, you should publish your poems!
else, ur works make me coming back everytime just 2 read them!
lol..hope u r kidding whn u say tis towards d end.....
"From this moment forth my heart shall bear a sign:
"Keep out, Trespassers prosecuted on crossing this line"!!! ;)
i agree with the lady above.. now the time has ripened to get ur poems published...
i like the imagery.. pincushion!
and the last line summed it up all...
nice thought, well penned but one thought feel free to accept or reject it, sometimes it seems you are tryin too hard to rhyme your lines, let the, flow. jst a thot otherwise great work.
@koo and parv: thanks for your kind words but I really dont think my poems are publishing quality...yet.
@bard: i am not kidding
@ritayan: not the 1st time i am hearing it, but this is my writing style. if there is any particular style i follow that is. i dont try too hard at anything, lazy mazy that i am, so why rhyming?
long time no update???
@Parv: new ones uploaded today.
Trespassers will be shot survivors will be shot again. Lol.
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