Painted on the canvas,
Deep scared, violet lover,
Awaits his destiny,
Hiding beneath,
A doubted, voided cover.
Yet those smiles of ambiguity,
Render his face with an artificial happiness,
He scratches his soul,
Hard enough to scar the healing wounds.
He,
Who ought to find his self,
He,
Who needs to rediscover,
He,
Who awaits his destiny,
He,
The ageless, aging lover.
P.S- last few days i have seen a very close friend go through some turmoils that only i have been able to just scratch off the surface. He's begining to endure a quest. He's begining to unlearn, He's begining to learn again. This is my dedication to him. The ageless, aging lover! Chirag
3 comments:
For a life sized monstrous picture of mine and a depiction of my horny past i give kudos to my brother and friend -Mr Pubs....
Thank you for a piece well written and poem like too. Main kab likhunga aise????
I like the way u finishes.. ageless aging lover. Cool.
Beautiful words..It is difficult to describe the dilemma of another's life..you have done it very well!cheers!
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