We all are saved from the clutches of hatred and shown the way to a true life, at some point of oout lives…..
Black eyes penetrate into mine,
Tugging it far away from the shine
Narrowing its blue lashes, the dark gem within
Sparkle in a million rays as it falls on my skin
The outskirts of my mind lies,
Stretched off, ahead in such infinite lines
Blinding every premise with its boundless room
And its freight of merry, mourns and rigid gloom
There, it lies and reflects in shapeless form
Like the aftermath of a spirited storm
What shall I do, to free my soul,
From the hands of this pitch black hole?
Around me clutches those auburn hands
In these uneven, lonely lands
That makes me homeless, soulless
Those which turns to me merciless
Why, why do I have to be,
Yet another voodoo doll to see?
Why should it always be me,
Rocking in rhythm to your mind’s decree?
As you drag me over towards
As you tame and leash my heart
As you master your enchanting art
I see light from the sky impart
My soul leaks in joyous calm
Not any more fraught in your wicked palm
Then, the hour of renaissance begins
Erasing the burns of your profane sins
The hole of hatred goes strongly sealed
And the span of my past stiffly concealed
And my heart stands still to be refilled
With love, mercy and purity, fulfilled.
©Aiswarya T Anish
24th September 2010
10: 15 am
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