Sunday, May 1, 2016

The confessions of the weak hearted

As I lay on my bed,
i could hear my heart beating,
As blood rushed through my veins,
i could hear it thumping

They wished
“i want to hear my heart beating”
Dream wisely is what I am saying,
As one day ,
They may start realising

But Life’s no flat Grasslands
if you got the roses,
you’ve got to accept the thorns

Though I still prefer,
A vigorously beating heart,
over a silent one
But hearing heartbeats ,
while lying on a couch
on a bright  silent saturday noon
is something what I would not wish for

even for my darkest foes.

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