Posted on June 2, 2010 in Short Stories & Poems

Suraj Singh:

Some shadows light up,
When lightning strikes.
Some wounds show up,
In past’s disguise.

I sit in the night’s comfort,
And watch the shadows in dark.
And then I hear a voice inside,
And then this wound is stark.

The mood is slightly blue,
Slight is this pain.
But moisture is in the air,
Slightly more is the pain.

No tear is in my eye,
Quite often do they show them.
Its not because of restraint,
It just doesn’t deserve them.

Content to loose contentment,
I rest in restlessness.
Trying to take it as easy as I can,
I bear my own uneasiness.

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