Monday 11 March 2013

Pages from Diary - 8

no god in heaven can cure my pain..
there's no book which can give me answers..
no hanky can wipe my tears..
no human can understand my sorrow..
no shea butter can make my dry lips soft..
no rose water can comfort my tired eyes...
no words can express what i feel..
i might cry till the end of world..
and when angels will ask me about my life...
i'll say...i was rude and inconsiderate with people in my life...
and i have got my punishment on the earth itself..
please let me sleep in my tomb...and let my soul breath..
let me close my eyes...and let that breeze whisper in the ears of my beloved...
i have loved you till my last breath....and i'll love you in hell or heaven....