Attempt To Feel Contempt…

There is too much life in me to kill….
and there is too much love in me
to hate you for that attempt…
there is too much dead pain
that is beyond feeling contempt…
I feel nothing now….I face you…
as my last payment of debt…
soon now I will sign out for good…
for you hold nothing to tempt…
and there is too much love in me
to hate you for that attempt…
(imagine entering the torture-house of a classroom for last few times. That should justify these lines.)
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Strange Strange Bond…

It’s a strange strange bond

I have weaved with you….

 

When you admire my smile,

My smiles shy away from you….

When you admire my words,

My words shy away from you…

 

When you admire my colors,

My colors shy away from you…

You may think do I not like you?

But my love, how do I tell you…

 

My smiles, my words, my colors

All of them, I owe only to you….

It’s a strange strange bond

I have weaved with you….

 

 

Like fine ringing bell you laugh in me…

You are the glow radiating from me…

How do I tell you ever in words…

It is your thought that vibrates in me…

 

My laughter, my glow, my thought

All of them I owe only to you…

It’s a strange strange bond

I have weaved with you….