Wednesday, December 8

random poetry

that doesnt quite rhyme, or hit the right note.

What makes you toss and turn Radha?
What makes you lay awake all night long?

The sounds of your anklets drown in your fears
The full moon shies away from your tears

The inky black sky, is not darker than the sorrow within
The stars are not brighter than your tears that flow within

What brings those tears out Radha?
What is it that your heart thinks is wrong?

somewhat similar to this

Frustration and restlessness remain, things keep getting more and more complicated, and we wish to be taken off to a place without memories, or responsibilities,or relationships, or days without work. *sigh*

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