It was a cold night,and she was in a bar.
She caught my sight,
and I was in her car.
She touched me....
kissed me...
And said,
"Come on honey,fuck me!!!"
Again,
it was a cold night,
and she was my wife.
We had constant fights,
and we had our own rights.
She messed up with me....
shouted at me....
And screamed,
"My life got fucked!!!"
Once more,
it was a cold night.
and she had left my life.
Her thoughts made me sad,
and I was going mad.
I cried for her...
drank for her...
And cursed,
"Fuck you bitch!!!"
15 comments:
Loved "going through" your poems. Flowing, rebellious and realistic. :-)
its a realistic .......great dude..........
Decomposed carcass stinks….so does the decomposed desire of love & living.
The former pollutes & vulgarizes the environment. The latter too does, but in the mind.
Words may flood to define the former how. But rare talent only can speak of the latter.
Shrishtimayi’s master piece artistically translates how the decomposed desire of love & living
stinks, into words so common… & so liquid that they take their easy way to each heart.
Welldone!!!
I'm glad to c the comments of my well wishers,especially pankaj who has always been an encouragement for my writing process!!
Thankx once again for all ur support!!!
:)
Great Poem.Life is like that
great work...Always used to think what's that amazing side of yours that i've never seen,but i know it is there..its at the tip of my tongue.its at my fingertips...yet cant spell it..This is it...poetry..
@ shyam
:) :) :D
@ charakan
You know what??!!
I often wonder "why life is like that??!!!"
Thankx buddy!!!
Thankx a lot raji chechi... :)
Me also wonder why life is like this???????????
@siji
These are the questions that make me write.
So let questions exist to create poetry.
:) Thankx for visiting my blog.
felt good reading those poems...
:)
Thankx joe :)
So different
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