Friday, September 12, 2008
The flakes of ash made my ivy…
Consumed by its mundaneness,
I lived a tale of privy.
You brought the rain…
Washed away in its gentleness,
I now, live a life sans pain.
Led by an artificial finger…
Who would I have become,
for the dual shadow did linger?
You brought through the silk breeze…
Lost in its curved hold,
my happiness shall never again freeze.
Is it the Kismat Konnection that did the tie?
With me, this emotion shall lie,
Until the last star in the sky shall die.