Blue,
was my blood with grief.
Blue,
was my ink in futile.
I tried to hold my pen,
decently as I could,
at that moment.
Eight pegs!!!
It tried to hold my senses,
indecently as it could,
at the same moment.
Tears and blood,
both tasted alike.
So did my
love and hatred.
Scribbling on and on,
tore my love letter.
Like the grudge which
tore apart my love.
Just one letter,
struggled again,
to satisfy my unhealed love.
But the vodka wouldn't give up,
without adding fire to my grudge.
With an incomplete letter and love,
With an eternal grudge and grief,
I died, clotting in my own blood and tears!!!
Blue,
was my blood with grief.
Blue,
was my love with the clots.
3 comments:
An outstanding blues song! A perfect sample of how mind wriggles in blues!
A godforsaken frustration is let out through an amazing expression. An encaged-
mind succumbs to unsuccessful flapping, left deadly bruised. It’s an occasion when
pain gets redefined at its best. How hopes are slain…..&…..despair reigns are the
tragedy that moistens the eyes.
It’s a master stroke from your pen……that draws pain with flawless perfection.
@ pankaj
My thankx in blue ink.. :)
Very nice
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