Saturday, January 16, 2010

Confessions of a tortured soul

It hurts to feel
It hurts to touch
It hurts to soothe
To express this much

At the brim it is calm
Soothing and straight
Turbulance wrecking beneath
Sinkin with weight

Hard to breathe
Tough not to
Feeling the dead
Tough to rue

Seething and screaming
Helpless with angst
Holding on the strains
Pushing to fret

Deafening clamour
A surging uproar
Nirvana for Buddha
For me hell to the core

4 comments:

Man-Oh-See said...

nice.. wud've liked it to be longer :P

sayanti said...

I Love ur poems...very simple...yet very deep...

Rageshri said...

nice..1st time visiting ur blog..din't know this about u.. :-)

Unknown said...

really very touchy....its nice we are working together.