Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Damn it

















The cut
inside me
aches in pulses-
up, down & up

A sinner's mercy
is all I await.
An encrypted clue is all
you deny to unveil.

Sometimes
one's existence
is else's pain.



3 comments:

Kshitija said...

Is this the painting painted by you? A nice poem..

Axe said...
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Kshitija said...

Well well!! Would wait for your new work rather more of your work....