Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Rickety bridge

When tears dried up
and eyes refused to bleed,
You suffered in silence.

When the warmth faded
and the love washed out
You shivered in coldness.

In dearth of emotions,
Your soul died of hunger.

Yet,
You fought
For your ego,
For the hatred, which you had spilled everywhere

Plucking the rose away,
you fought for the thorns

Standing on the insecure bridge of relations
You broke the frail thread,
which had kept it still even on the stormiest of nights