Mukul Verma

Words Of Regrets.. - Poem by Mukul Verma

When the blood freezes in vein
I burst into fire with you pain
With every collosal moment passing
My life ascertains futility
I feel I'll fall off the cusp of brink
And with this hatred of love, I'm in anonymity
Even to just feel you, I go back to sleep to morpheme
Where your image is a ruffle, like pebble in the pond
I need your grace, your warmth; in this bitting cold
The blood oozed out of me, and heart is a now aloof
I retract myself, feign to cynic
But often I end with a struffle of love
Time dislodged you, and the mallices that budded inside
Pricked my soul, and wreathed with pain inside, I died

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 2, 2010

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