Friday 20 April 2012

Rinsing.

Drenched in the rain,
I soak the consoling drops,
And let the pristine water
Heal my wounds.
The water trickles down my face,
Caressing me, penetrating my soul,
Reaching my hurts, and treating the same.
Mother nature envelops me,
Like a child in mother's womb.
The thundering of the clouds,
Tries to shoo away the monsters of the world.
I lie there, with my eyes closed,
Thinking of the place I belong to,
And searching the reason, why I got stuck here...
Not able to stand the burden of my own thoughts,
I give up, and
Pass away into a deep sleep.

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2 comments:

  1. dis one is very guud.,........ kudos :)

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    1. Oh! Thank you :)
      outcome of one of those eureka moments, when writing seems to come naturally :)

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