Threads of time...
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Nimesis of marriage
I was born free
Marriage enslaved me
I used to dream of flying high
Someone tied me down with heavy weights
I would smile and burst into laughter now n them
Now I look for corners and tears to hide
I was the one without fear
Today I am trembling failure
I had dignity by my side
Today I live with molested pride
I was self made man with respect derived
Today I walk with all hurt buried inside
I wanted to live and be enthralled by future
Today every moment my hope dies
Someone who was to walk by my side whole life
Turned out to be agent of hell to burn me alive
Years of relentless toiling and moments of fright
Whatever lil success has exhausted me from deep inside
The body aches and mind wonders each time
Is this what reckless feminine vanity derives
What could have been joyful journey of life
Today stands before me like pyre of last rights
Someone with Warm blood but frozen heart
Barrage of cynical retorts and criticism aghast
Has shredded my soul into million parts
A common man of golden heart
Turned to ashes with such cunning art !
Marriage enslaved me
I used to dream of flying high
Someone tied me down with heavy weights
I would smile and burst into laughter now n them
Now I look for corners and tears to hide
I was the one without fear
Today I am trembling failure
I had dignity by my side
Today I live with molested pride
I was self made man with respect derived
Today I walk with all hurt buried inside
I wanted to live and be enthralled by future
Today every moment my hope dies
Someone who was to walk by my side whole life
Turned out to be agent of hell to burn me alive
Years of relentless toiling and moments of fright
Whatever lil success has exhausted me from deep inside
The body aches and mind wonders each time
Is this what reckless feminine vanity derives
What could have been joyful journey of life
Today stands before me like pyre of last rights
Someone with Warm blood but frozen heart
Barrage of cynical retorts and criticism aghast
Has shredded my soul into million parts
A common man of golden heart
Turned to ashes with such cunning art !
Labels: Akhir Fanah
posted by Nomade at 11:38 PM
3 Comments:
i somehow cudnt digest this.... is it such a .....?
well.. be a phoenix not mere ash, and gold remain gold whatever form it takes doesnt matter. if u would had been free then u would have longed for this punishment for this is all life is... and the rule is: No hardship, No refinement!
marriages r made in heaven, which means God himself has decided for u & how can u even think that he does not have a soft corner for u. look from a different angle maybe u r holding the glasses incorrect. for i am sure God cant be so unkind to u..
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