January 31st, 2007
Destinies
Torn from the middle
It hangs just mid-air
Like an unsolved riddle
In the wizening glare
A soft stab in my heart
That this feeling begets
A piece torn half apart
That time again forgets
A bench green rusted
A heart carved out
Two alphabets encrusted
Me and him, no doubt
Of a sparking love
Now only marks remain
Our destinies written above
Laced with lots of pain
- Neha
anirudh says:
the second last line tells bout the poem…nice,,,,,
January 31st, 2007 at 08:21 pm