Monday, April 02, 2007

DISEASE

This one is the most arbitly written poem ever by me... it has no start & no end...sorry to all

You are a drug
I'm addicted...
I'm affected...
I'm rejected!!!
It's irony...
That you are my medicine.
But I don't need it!!!
Loving you is a sin;
A crime Which is only mine...
And yet I don't want medicine,
Angel of Death is calling...

4 comments:

Abhirup Chakrabarty said...

Ok..That's all I can say.arbit..yeah pretty much..has the meanings though..[:)]

suvajeet said...

besh psychological analysis korechis. ta eta ekta spontaneous overflow of feelings & emotions na ekla ghore bose bhebe chinte lekha??? jai hok... ekta bedona bhora bhalobasa ache .. jei bedona ta aramdayok! nice disease...

The Painkiller said...

baap re.....tobe serakom akta arbit laglo na kintu.....

Nabanita said...

arre kemon ekta odvut state of mind e chhilaam....
taai....

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