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Sunday, May 13, 2012

Confession Night


Beautiful and pleasant though it be,
Attractive and interesting it ever be,
Pleasurable and admirable it is forever,
Because the maker Himself lives forever..

Oh my lord.....ur one of a kind..
My life herewith is bestowed upon you....
I vanish all thoughts of guilt , quest , emotion and lust..
And put myself as ur slave

You are my profound lover,
My giver and taker,
My thirst and crust,
Who keeps the me in the body evolutionary..
Today as i come to your door,
I ask for my identity,
I suffer from the worldliness
I suffer in silence
A loss of identity
Adience
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?

I've come from far o dear lord,
All along to the door of your kingdom,
Allow me in o dear lord,
I've come Lying, Thinking Last Night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong..
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

I've come from far dear lord ,
Battling all the odds, accept me
I've lost my self in the wounds of grief,
I cry in pain to ur door,
And as i breath my last today ,
I plead forgiveness to you o lord,
As i am a sinner.

I am infected and impure with sin.
When i display my righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags.
Like autumn leaves, they wither and fall, and my sins sweep us me away like the wind.

Without, our shame, within, our consciences,
Angels and grace, eternal hopes and fears.
Yet all these fences and their whole array
One cunning bosom-sin blows quite away.

Amen..!(kills her self in guilt)

2 comments:

  1. Priyanka ur poems are Mixture of JoY ,fun, Pleasure. I really like them.

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