Very few people around me know that embarrassing secret about me. Not so secretive any more, but embarrassing as hell. I can write poems of broken heart. Now don't you ask the question of my experience on it, but let's start at I write too many love-sick poems. Not just love sick, sad love sick poems. Don't ask why, I do. It is probably easier to write them than about nature, society and other stuff I seriously "want" to write about. You know like other writers do. (I mean all the bloggers I seriously stalk and drool over). But I end up writing these. So here it goes
So many questions hang on air
With answers that I don't dare
So many memories unsung
And that make heart stung
Yes! reminding you are not here
Wish I could go back
Go back to times of naivete
Oh those days of innocence
When nothing else mattered
Nothing but being with you..
Wish I could turn to
Turn to times of belonging
Oh those days of togetherness
When nothing could shake me
Nothing when I was with you...
Wish I would return
To those Years long passed
Since you were with me
Oh I know you are still here
Nothing is still the same with you..
Those crazy laughter
Moments of passion
Memories of cuddling
Would stay with me
With or without you!
I know it is too late
To change the fate
But There lingers my hope
And hope is all I have
When all else fails!
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