Have you ever asked yourself a question…
Have you ever searched for someone in the clouds?
Have you ever sought a meaning in your incoherent dreams?
Have you ever glanced into her deep eyes…
Do you ever wonder why white flowers blossom in the black night?
Do you ever ask why we adjust to corruption?
Do you ever write a poem when you want to run away?
Do you ever tell her that you still love her…
These are idle statements…
Made to the skies…
Do not think about them a lot…
Just let them whirl in space for a while…then fade
Why did you compromise on your dreams?
Why did you sacrifice your love?
Why did you bet your life…
Why did you let her go…
Is your desire to live still with you…
Is your dream of making a difference still there?
Is it right to always choke the tears?
Is she still there where you left her…
These are idle statements…
Made to myself…
I do not have time to think about them…
So I’ll let them be for a while…then fade
5 comments:
always reparcations of a broken heart ...........still containing love for sumone ...a wait, a long patient wait for sumone ...tat knows no limits yet carryin on wid lyf widout lein nyone know bout it ..only d bloggers coloumn gets drenched wid sum pourings of a loving heart in d form of translation of eternal love for somone into poems tat touch everyones heart........even d devil !!!! carry on
Have you ever searched for someone in the clouds?
yes... so many times...
the reiterative picture... the incessant search among the stars...the desire to smell the flowers...and yet...
flowers have thorns, and they will continue to do so...but the fragrance will continue to tempt
Keep writing. you'll be relieving a part of your pain.
hmm....i just dunno how to describe u n ur relation wid verses....i can say one thing though.....your words dont slip from your hands...they come frm ur heart....you create beauty which is beyond ordinary imagination....ur one mastermind i must tell u...keep writing!!!
Do you ever write a poem when you want to run away?
.....Poignant..my fav line in the poem...deserves an entire poem to itself
My Dear..
In the history of human race many a times the gratest creartions are taken berth out of pain. The pain purifies human soul as the Iron ore transforms ... through fire.
When an individuals personal passion or emotion converts through his creation to unversal sensation it becomes great.
I do believe our life is amajingly beautiful one should try to enjoy each of its grain some times it is sweet sometimes it is bitter too.
A peg of scotch though often gives burning sensation it has got it's own charm too.
I wish as a sensitive soul you could percieve the unending fun of life and share with us through your able pen.
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