Gratefully Dead
The black mark
Came to haunt us again
Splashed like the torrent
On the window pane
She tasted her tears
Tastes just like blood
you push her face
Back in the grime & mud
Cry bitch cry
this is your destiny
you are a bastard beggar
and you will live in misery
This bitch will cry
till you hide her in her arms
This bastard beggar knows nothing
Till you give her that thumb
Call my name, please forgive and forget
Till then this girl is gratefully dead
UFFF Girl!!!!
How do you manage to show pain, grief, happiness, in one sonnet???
Beautifully rendered and whosoever this post is meant for, just one suggestion…This Too Shall Pass
Yes your blog is in my RSS, can’t miss your writings.
All the very best and looking forward for more.
actually reality mein sachhi baat ye ki…ye ki..ye ki…mainu kuch samajh nai aya
Thoda vistar mein saral shabdo mein samjhaiye please
o ab sanju ne sab samjhaya, samajh aa gaya. wah very well put.
I think I get it and I like it…
‘The black mark’ is elections, ’she’ is Mother India, ‘bastard beggar’ is the politicians.
Ah! My intelligent friends!!
Wow….really well put. Love the flow of the poem & the intense feeling. Way to go girl – its really one of your best pieces that I’ve read.
heeeey Kreeti!
Upasana this side.. remember – Pooja’s sister?
adding ur blog to my bloglist
The style of writing is very familiar to me. Did you write guest posts for other blogs?