ഞാൻ ശ്രുതി മീട്ടിയ അവളുടെ
തന്ത്രികളെല്ലാം ഇന്ന് മുറിച്ചുമാറ്റപ്പെട്ട
ഞരമ്പുകളെ പോലെ രക്തം വറ്റി,
ചിതറിത്തെറിച്ച ശരീരഭാഗങ്ങളും പെറുക്കിക്കൂട്ടി ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ മൂലയിലിരിപ്പുണ്ടവൾ-
Like
-AnShii ❤✒ a pearl
in the
shell
You
sleep so deep being
reckless And you don't know,
What you are to me...That face of
yours seems synonymous to innocence.
I wave my concerned hand On your hair
& spend my time being near to u,those slow
kisses on your forehead, Laying on your left
and the sound that I hear ❤Without your
concern,without your fear..These
moments to me are very dear ❤My
selfless love for you and these moments
of love brings comfort to my heart 💕Your
beats now collaborates with the blink of my
eyes.And these Small things Are priceless
that I'll treasure,for you are nonetheless
a precious diamond to me.Don't you feel
Like my words have turned so
Musical that I feel like
Begging for a second
Life with you-
Someone goes missing
a tune
which is melodious to hear
but somehow is hypnotising....
everytime someone hears it
they become the tune themselves
and....
vanish in thin air.
just disappeared from existence..
not to be found again ever..
many tried to search for their
loved ones..but couldn't..
afterall..
how can anyone see, touch or smell
what is air itself..-
music is the best one
to express feelings
even when the words fail-
I wake up and open my eyes to see the sun out,
When I realize that the fire in my heart is out,
I notice my skin to be dry as a parched desert,
I seem to have forgot I have rights to assert.
I cannot seem to find my long lost heart inside,
Which used to thud in my chest with you beside,
I spent my days with you only to have been denied,
The very presence of your warmth by my side.
My heart has been crying out tears of blood,
My heart stuck in your memories akin to mud,
I don't want to spend the life I've like a dud,
Your touch will make me rise like a lotus bud.
I find out how dried leaves are akin to my skin,
For your absence has left me dry from within,
The melody my heart hums screech like a violin,
How do I tell you why my patience is now thin?-
It's been twelve years since I put this down.
Now I wonder if I'm worthy of picking it up again.-
Tune my desires with your fingers
Tickle my strings with your cane,
Run some rhythm with your lips
Do the justice, you're not a saint!
Play the violin wildly using your wand
Write those musical notes on my skin,
Ruin old melodies to create some new
Shower upon me heavily all your sins.
-
Do
You
Know?
My muse
Always
Was
You,
And
Thy
Art,
Those
Fingers
Dancing just like
Some experts through strings.
I always wanted them
to cuddle my soul.
And they did.
But they missed my soul,
You know why they missed?
As my curves were more appealing,
As just music wasn't your passion,
As your lust was more thirsty,
As your fingers are evil,
So is your heart.
Yet your
Notes
Owns
Me
!
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