Random Poem by azmat naushad asif

Void pulsating in my head
Dark black clouds
Drifting across my mind
Chasing the thoughts
So as to kill

A pocket full of love I bring
Some roses in a bouque tied
A single thorn in the middle blooms

A handfull of smiles
A fist enclosing miles
Of nostalgia

Hot red blood runs across my veins
With it runs the purifying pain
My hands handle the situations tough
My legs kicking the dirt and dust

Again a vacant blinks my eyes
Has it come to say good - bye?
Forgive me
Forget me not

Here i lay my thoughts bare
Unedited and raw
Randomly,
Criss crossing my mind