The angel of death calls me hither,
Whilst my heart still yearns to linger
To live a loveless life or like a virgin flower wither,
Tell me my friends, which is better.
In this life I have tasted many a medicine bitter,
None worse than the love i couldn't savour.
To live a loveless life or like a virgin flower wither,
Tell me my friends, which is better.
Love I have heard is a miracle worker,
How would I know? I never have met her.
To live a loveless life or like a virgin flower wither,
Tell me my friends, which is better.
I do not wish to pass on into the heavens yonder,
If true love, is to be found in the lands of Lucifer.
Yes, like the virgin flower I am ready to wither,
I take your leave my friends. My love awaits me in the nether.
Whilst my heart still yearns to linger
To live a loveless life or like a virgin flower wither,
Tell me my friends, which is better.
In this life I have tasted many a medicine bitter,
None worse than the love i couldn't savour.
To live a loveless life or like a virgin flower wither,
Tell me my friends, which is better.
Love I have heard is a miracle worker,
How would I know? I never have met her.
To live a loveless life or like a virgin flower wither,
Tell me my friends, which is better.
I do not wish to pass on into the heavens yonder,
If true love, is to be found in the lands of Lucifer.
Yes, like the virgin flower I am ready to wither,
I take your leave my friends. My love awaits me in the nether.
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14 comments:
wats that pic ? a withered virgin flower ? or r they red chillies ? :)
jus too good...very well written!!
@anon
left absolutely to ur imagination ;-)
@jr
thanks a lot re :-)
@vibhor
thanks for stopping by... glad u liked the post :-)
'BEAUTIFUL'..is d first word dat came to my mind as soon as i finished reading d poem..:)..
whao.... that was a beautiful pice sumod... very good... :-)
~Veda
@ananya
thnx ninz :)
@veda
hey veda see i can write stuff which is not altogether obnoxious :D
Wonderful words. Very nicely expressed.
Hey dude...
Before my mom literally drags me off my computer and feeds me with some freshly cooked upma... I want to say one thing...
I really don't understand poetry that well :)...
BTW... the photograph on your orkut profile in conjunction with this post gives me the perception that you are frustrated ;)... Don't be... No flower withers virign... There will be a bee or two knockin on your door soon...
catchya...
@ hiren
thanks dude... :)
@ red e
will be meeting u in office to set this misconception of urs right dude :D
that's my "how u doin'" look and like i told ya the poetry doesn't neccesarily reflect the poet's mood...
the bees, they can keep knocking all they want... depends on me whether i open my "doors" of love to them or not :P
hmm someone knock me on my head
but to me living a loveless life or withering like a virgin dont sound like two radically different things..
u could definetly enlighten me..or just ask me to stop trying to comprehend poetry...the latter being a better solution :) considerin how hopeless i am at poetry
but ishtill i also feel ur givin out these lonely and lookin for someone vibes :D
dont kill me
@sameera
I would like to have the honour of knocking u on the head...
for the umpteenth time, the views are of the author are his but they do not i repeat DO NOT reveal in any way the state of his mind... oh my god... no there are no such vibes... single and doing the jingle... am happy this way :-)
will explain the poem to u soon... ;-)
ohhh yes yes...i was wondering why ds this poem sound so familiar...now i knw guys! it has a stak resemblance with sonnets of unrequited love from the 15th century....yessss
sounds and stark....and i love the worm eaten rose as the center piece.we all end like this...either loved or unloved.
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