did u ever beguile ur heart
with the temporary beauty of little bubbles
wen it cant be cuddled even
by the sight of heavens...
why i ask questions from my heart,
wen my eyes saw nothing
my beating organ felt nothing
wen i passed the routes all alone
and wen i expected nothing in turn from the beauties of nature,
y than so many questions ii ask,
that are always unheard,
unanswered??
sigh!!
the colour of red in my wine,
today dwelled in my red vessels,
and than i forgot every soul,
every being...?
make a snare for ur heart
by ur soul,
so both stay related to each other,
forever,
like the drunkard remains near the wine's bowl!!
HIRAMALIK
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