Thursday, April 9, 2009

Please "Listen to mine"

Can the breeze summon the feel, to talk for me, to you
Or can the dry pollen fly onto carry the message.
Why is there nothing, that you utter
even curse me, avoid me, hurt me;
at least I may feel what I did.
This silence is hurting me as if fallen on thorny herb, escaping from a flood.

2 comments:

karthikeyan pandian said...

This silence is hurting me as if fallen on thorny herb, escaping from a flood.

karthikeyan pandian said...

I like the following lines .. Good one

This silence is hurting me as if fallen on thorny herb, escaping from a flood.