Thursday, July 20, 2006

Sitting on a burning pyre,
A fire within the mind;
What hurts more is hard to say,
Where it hurts is hard to find.

My own ashes piling high,
My own dreams burning nigh,
Alone in my moments of pain,
Lost in ruins, losses are my only gain.

6 comments:

Movie Mazaa said...

Well...
errr..If I may ask..
What happened??

Guru said...

beautiful poem..though i dont know what made u write that!! well said

Kishan said...

sakkath poem, but the same question...what happened?

samanvitha said...

reasons are immaterial..I can feel the pain these lines..

Anonymous said...

All that is lost always brings a new dream,alwa? You'll find one :)

jayanthi said...

hey nice one yaar...
when the pain recedes..
new hope regains...;)