Sunday, September 30, 2012

Of its own accord



It is hard to live with a mind,
a mind that thinks of its own accord.
It pauses when I tell it not to mind.
Then it rushes,snapping all the cords.

It is hard to live with a heart,
a heart that cries aloud.
It double-breathes when I tell it to keep low,
then bursts louder with the next blow.

It is hard to live with a soul,
a soul that looks from within.
It screams and I plead it to ignore.
It turns me in and pushes me out

It is hard to live with a parted heart,
a heart that is now one with another.
The longing hurts,dwarfs the distractions
Love sometimes proves truer than it seems




4 comments:

sajeevkmenon said...

Very nicely written!

Yashi Srivastava said...

Beautiful. No other word fits in to describe your poem.

#an ardent lover of poetry.

yashi-splitstring.blogspot.in

KRIShna said...
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KRIShna said...

Thank you Sajeev and Yashi :)