Sunday, October 17, 2010



It is like a raindrop
To the thirsty bird
Like a burning candle
In the dark labyrinth of mind.

When it comes it soaks you.
When it goes it hurts you.
It is the heavenly nectar
To the starving hearts.



It is like final breath
Caught between chocked sorrows
It is rising through the mind
Leaving eternal prints.

Wet eyelids try to conceal
But agonized soul tries to reveal
It melts snowy heart with its heat
It freezes teardrops with numbness.