Sunday, June 3, 2007

PYRE ON QUAGMIRE.




In a QUOD
Insomnia QUOTIDIAN
Unicorn QUIXOTIC
Height of QUIP
Broken-love QUINSY
Stained QUILL
Deadly QUIESCENT
Mood QUERELOUS
Surrounding QUEER
Insatiable QUEAN
QUALMS about life's torn QUIRE
Feels like a pyre on QUAGMIRE....

I feel gettin SICK
The world sees me SMILING
I am alone in the nights- SLEEPLESS
Beneath the moon and the STARS
Noone sees the tears so SILENT
The world is turned topsy-turvy and SHRUNK
On the bed I sit curled up, Lookin in the mirror,

TRYING TO KNOW WHY THINGS WENT WRONG..

1 comment:

Unknown said...

YOU make the world go the beautiful way,by the way u write..
u mystify,u make ppl think ,u make them lose their time for ur eclat work!! i realy admire,what u write...and thank god ..that he made a wonderful gal like u !! may b we are not in tch tmrw..but ur wrk will attract me always!!

best of luck neha!!