Why do I feel that he is still my world!
Why do I still love his beautiful curls!
I hold to his memories, like they were pearls!
I'm stuck in emotions, twisting like whirls!
Does he realise I've lived through these lashes?
Will he even know, if my number flashes?
Wonder if my smile, on his screensaver he watches!
Wonder when memories peep, he stops or backlashes?
Do I regret, now as I bethink?
For an affair that was gone, even before I winked!
We were man and wife, though it was not inked.
We felt our love, would always keep us linked!
Does he still care? Does he still tear?
Will I ever dare? Why do I fear?
Verdicts were made, and we adhered!
Just live to bear! Life is austere!
We were man and wife, though it was not inked.
ReplyDeleteWe felt our love, would always keep us linked!
wonderful!
your lines breathe life
@ Sorcerer:
ReplyDeleteThnks man!
i guess poetry comes naturally to those who hv loved n lost...
:)
when eyes meet, heart break.
ReplyDeletequestion would always be-- following willingly with unclear destiny or to head in another direction..!
its the character..
that in itself is the pursuit..
@ Yuva: hmmm... right. m not sure wht i chose. m not clear! m not sure if i can pursue! hehe! phew! tht makes it complicated! ;)
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