Treasure Island

V P Mahur

(Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

The Tickling of Pain


The tickling of residing pain
With a blend sweet and bitter
Forms an unbreakable chain
To enslave soul's lively glitter

The hope finds swift feathers
Goes to the unknown heights
Thoughts start with the clatters
The eyes have struggling fights

Rubbles of joy stumble and role
In the blinding dust of memories
Heart stays in the pitch dark hole
With all of the long lasted glories

The salty vast lake of hidden tears
Bears a mute, silent, furious storm
The broken boat on harbor cheers
Through the spiny paths of norms

Submitted: Sunday, July 06, 2014

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Composed on July 05,2014.

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