hear me cry tears of sorrow
a solitary soul in my garden
pent up feelings in my heart
wretched me, I pray Thy pardon

no one knows wot I feel
and I dare not show them anything
a quibbling heart, refusing reason
lost in love, Ive failed Thy reckoning

a skin so soft, I felt the warmth
felt tempted to the fruits of Eden
Thy made feelings for me to feel
I woefully submitted, let them lead then

mysterious ways up ur sleeve huh?
u had lustful thoughts implanted in me
a cherished demeanor I had sworn to keep
now a chaste-less heart Im happy to be

so hear my joy thru tears of sorrow
no longer solitary, in a blooming garden
emoted feelings with a heart of a couple
Damn Thyself, I need no pardon

nice. ur poems are pretty good.

altho i had a silly question :P who are u asking pardon of? ur heart?

give diff forms of poerty a try sometime, its a gr8 excercise for those with a creative bent of mind.

e.g: a lagniappe

lagniappe?? Read it, and now am wondering if "nice. ur poems are pretty good" was sarcastic (or did I miss the point?)

Well, I seek the pardon of "Thy All Mighty" ;) NE1 else wud care less of a Chaste(-less) behaviour (not that He cares now-a-days either)

ah god! :)

it was a compliment genius :D
just thot u might like to experiment with form.
[this is why i dont comment] :)

there are diff experiments like telling a story in 55 words, poems where the lines have ascending order of words or like the one i linked u to. if u dont like it - sorry :)

Santyeeee,
Yeah, time 2 fly back. I shud b ter by end of november. Plan something big New Years (as Usual ;))

R,
I heard bout the 55 word story frm another blog (reshmasanyal.blogspot.com). Will try that some day :)

no one cares for the chaste(less) life you lead, but me,
cause I am the one who suffers in the end.
for the soul feels no pain,
so don't ask god to forgive you,ask me.
do you want to know why?
for turning this temple into a brothel.
(your body)
based on one of ur previous comments.