Thursday, June 14, 2007

Tears in Hell.

It rained yesterday,
It rained after long…
The heat of passion is still burning,
The soul is still singing the song.

It is raining today,
It is raining for long…
Tears blend with the whiskey,
Life is selling for a song.

It will rain tomorrow,
Though, not for long…
Before tears put out the fire
And whiskey kills the song!

2 Comments:

At 3:02 AM, June 15, 2007, Blogger Aakarsh said...

whoa!!! dude!!!
The last stanza packs the punch!

whistles!!!

 
At 1:45 AM, August 16, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said...

the last line stands out dude.....summarizes everything !!!!! I know i'm a bit late in discovering your blog....but better late than never

 

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