Thursday, April 23, 2009

16Th FeBrUaRy 2009

Melancholy in the bells of gay,
came to me as a birthday present,
I was gifted the deep...
I was gifted the peasant...
Unaware of the crudity that lay in my arms,
went on to have a pleasant dawn.
Sometimes it came, not true that it didn't
The clinching chrome of my happiness,
lay waiting for the taint of desires,
to perish on the pyre.
Melancholy in the bells of gay,
Came to me as a birthday present!
:)


1 comment:

Arvind said...

novel concept...for today's child.. v need anti deprssant instead..of mother's milk..!! buh y r u counting urslf in..?