Stripped to the core for the shame I bare.
I know I'm guilty and not to be spared.
How do I explain it wasn’t me..
It was another man another me.
I had the demon in my soul.
Intoxicating the very me with wine and gold.
For all my Sins I have to reap.
I suffer silently, I cannot sleep
Silent hums of this wrenched kind
Joy as they have conned me like a child
I dint mean a single thing.
Yet there are marks that I cannot clean.
These physical bruises may fade away..
It the emotional scar that I have no say..
No real reason, just a spark...
I keep asking myself…
How could I?
No bleeding heart...
No crying eyes..
I can’t take your pain away.
A court room filled with only you,
All I hear is your scream and boo’s...
I am judged for this single evil action..
Hang me now, for I too have cracked.
Beat me till I forever drop...
Don’t bother …don’t even stop!
....I'm Truly Sorry!
Dedicated To DJ ~ In my Little Bro’s shoe
- by Shiv ( 19/12/2006)
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6 comments:
wow !
I feel a connect here , Bro !
It's like some1 wrote it 4 me !
This writing style is unique of ur kind,
never found before.
A clean-cut crisp material I see here .
Comments on the othrs latr.
Rock u !
The scattered minds are gathered & is centrally focussed!
I appreciate the skill.
The tone of innocence is maintained evenly which is an added asset, in establishing a reader-response relationship.
Wish you all the best Shivaram,
Shila Mitra
Few words about me:
Alina Kar (ORKUD)my daughter forwarded this Link to me. It is really an enjoyable read.
Alina once published one of my poems in ORKUD (On the Loss of my Vernacular)
I'm forwarding this message to Alina also
Thank you gracing this poem...
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