Sunday 10 April 2011

Pretentious Love...

Feeling strange with no intent,
Empty, yet fully content,
Relieved to be away from the norm,
Betrayed or deceived by the form,
My conscience is clear,
Once i held him so dear,
Rain cooling my soul,
Now his behaviour so foul,
I was intrigued,
At times very confused,
Life was a complicated maze,
Traveling through time in a daze,
Never ending tunnel,
Wish to drown in the channel,
When will this torture end,
Please don't pretend as i will defend.

1 comment:

  1. Life is a bag full of paradoxes. Every thing comes in pairs. Live every emotion to the fullest I'd say. But don't let it define you.

    Ur poems reminds me of reading one of my favorite poetess Nandhita teacher... :) U can read Nandhita's poem if u search.... n can know about her too......Che

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