THE PULSES OF PAINA Poem by Farha NayameePain is an obvious feeling. Life is incomplete without it. Nobody loves to be tasted by the so called pain and its pulses. Its just that life sometimes breathe's pain for the bitter or better reasons
to detach ,to unbind ,to depart Am hapless of this piss-ups the weensy booze up's ,that teams out mine eyeball. I tore up mine shower which could out wept all the downpours that shot to this earth. I wonder the pip of mine eyeball over bears a saline-sink which when withers sprouts a flavor of voiceless grave and a savor of heart bearing. I repelled mightily to defy the pain which florets the drops of tears . Myself i ascertained the spirit sensing the pulses of pain. © 2016 Farha NayameeReviews
|
Stats
241 Views
6 Reviews Added on December 3, 2016 Last Updated on December 3, 2016 AuthorFarha NayameeMalappuram, kerala, IndiaAboutSomehow Somewhere Someone is watching me if I am the so called good girl...small world we live in with a short period of time...long to go and lot to do...just give it a sweet humble time of yours .. more..Writing
|