Regrets







he lies, lies wrapped around in those white sheets...
he sees, sees tears rolling down his mothers cheeks...
he hears, hears loud sobs in his sisters voice
he feels, feels helpless because he doesnt have a choice


he looks up, and sees the devils face
its laughing hysterically,laughing without grace
as he sees its eyes filled with malice
he couldn't help but pine, for those wasted days


he stares towards the heaven
sees an angel crying on the seventh
they say ,he would have been able, to reach there level
if in transgression..he hadn't fallen



but now all he can do is frenetically wait
to enter in those, inexcusable gates
a place that's not of bliss, but of abyss
for he had been sinful in all life's ways 
and he couldn't get it right now
because, regretfully ,its just too late...




" i am not scared of dying, i am scared of the deedless bags i would be carrying to my Lord"

Comments

  1. the butterfly effect3 September 2011 at 19:17

    *loves*

    listen to whiskey lullaby by brad paisley...

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  2. Ovais4 September 2011 at 01:09

    wow.
    But his regrets are well-deserved, aren't they?

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  3. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]4 September 2011 at 03:20

    @ the butterfly effect..yeah sure i will:) nd thanx:)

    @ovais...yeah probably...but thats what the message is all about...we should be careful of our action today...in order ro ovoid regrets tomorrow:) and thanx:)

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  4. Omen4 September 2011 at 03:52

    Amazing!!!

    A kind of wake-up call for everyone. We should realize what path we are on before it's too late.

    Great poem! :) You keep getting better and better!

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  5. Curl Jung4 September 2011 at 04:42

    I agree with Ovais.
    All his regrets are well-deserved, aren't they?

    Great post!

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  6. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]4 September 2011 at 06:26

    @omen...thanx:)

    @hamza bin Laden:)...yeah...his regrets are well deserved...definitly...!
    and thanx:)

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  7. flyergirl134 September 2011 at 12:06

    you're awesome! i've always been jealous of people who can write good poetry...i just can't do it

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  8. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]5 September 2011 at 04:16

    @flyer girl...hahahaha i will take that as a compliment...thankyou:)

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  9. Imad Khalid5 September 2011 at 04:17

    But they say its never too late :)

    A one chance and one turn back to the Lord will be enough.

    You write poems so well :)

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  10. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]5 September 2011 at 10:51

    yeah but it does get too late when you are being called by ur Lord:)...therefore its better to collect as many good deeds as u cn:)

    and thanx:))

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  11. Misterio Vida7 September 2011 at 03:11

    wonderfully composed... no matter how hard we try still we have some regrets about our pasts...but never the less, one should try to be careful no to regret anything done.. :)

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