Gubbachiya Inchara

Gubbachiya Inchara

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Broken strings

He stroke the strings, not once but twice
Whirled the world and I split n slice
True were his anger his heart so ice
Between were stuck the rhythm of mighty love life

I struggled hard to hold up the tune
Not to break the rhythm and my fairy boon
Whispered The VOICE remember “there is no Spoon”
I ripped around the voice found void just spilt n strew

I broke & now could make no tune
And when I tried it was only noise of pouring Monsoon
All I wanted was to return to my cocoon

With the little Angel in me safe & soon