Monday, August 16, 2010

Beneath the moonlight,
In the silence he smiled and wept,
Reminiscing his last breath in solace,
Embracing the everlasting coldness.


Madhu said...

was that supposed to be a sad poem??? It was well written though!

ambiguous_angel said...

nice photos,
and writing too:)

welcome to my world of poetry said...

Sad but so wonderfully written words......I wept.


DiDo said...


Fun and Fearless said...

Your verses mix sadness and solitude artfully. Nice!

Anonymous Someone said...

and then he dies? maybe he should step back, because the last breath takes away the pain. Now there would be pleasure. :)

Sunakshi said...

Madhu-seems like you didn't get the concept..thanks btw. :)

angel-thanks :)

yvonne-aww..thanks :)

fun and fearless-thanks :)

anshul-may be.. :)

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