Sunday, October 24, 2010

Randomly Dead Poet


No other poem will be born from my pain,
As I lay down my hands in the cold of shame.
The suffocated heart has killed the poetic soul,
Lyrics of my life don’t rhyme anymore.
No more teardrops wait for a knock on the door,
Lonely footsteps die away in the sea shore;
The morning blues stay till the sunset
Celebrating the pitiless death of a nameless poet…


P.S.- click on the image to see larger size.

13 comments:

Sayan said...

u most surely rock!! nyc job!!! keep up d gud wrk!! \m/ \m/

Anonymous said...

total <3

Ayan said...

and yet the pain goes on....
like the silent night waiting for the light of dawn...
intutioned in this words i see...
damn wait i need to pee..
brb...

btw nice poem XD

quartertoinsane said...

nicely written...

P i x i e said...

@Sayan, thank you \m/

@Ayan, Lmao...what was that?
haha...great sense of humor u hav dude :P
thanks.

@quartertoinsane, thankiees ^_^

Sam said...

This is really a beautiful poem. :)
I love the header. (I know ive already told you that but its really cool.)

P i x i e said...

haha thanks a lot xD

angel in disguise.... said...

it was cool...i loved it...:)

Destiny's child... said...

Aww..don't die little poet...
What you've written proves the poet is not all dead...:)

Ravindra Merthi said...

3rd n the last lines r painful.
But nameless poet is an innovative title for the PiXiE:)

P i x i e said...

@Angel, thank you sweets =]

@Veena, hehe...it's ironic how i make a poem about apprehending the death of the poet in me :P
thankies =]

@Ravindra, been ages since I have heard from u :O
thank you :D

Kara Hoag said...

You have some really unique images here.

I really liked the "Lyrics of my life don't rhyme anymore."

Good job!


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P i x i e said...

thanks a lot for stopping by and liking my work :)