Killing

Silent Making Of A Lonely Soul,
Still i can bid you; an elegiac farewell,
And urge to mumble an innocent wish,
Of being fulfilled on an auspicious day
Although it is far away from rhythm
scratches of colours ; a trash of emotions
All from the spice of this heart felt urge
Would i get allied to thy soul?"
That is my desire, my Love
But i know get
Nothing but a dark print of my soul..