A year too short,
Went away in your arms,
With merry memories,
I gave you my heart,
And as days pass,
Hunny I miss you a lot,
Don’t care the distance,
For it strengthens love as it plays to grow,
I stay; just next to you,
Breathing your love,
I stay confused,
For Love, oh! look,
Filled my heart with joy,
When indeed I never thought it would come…
And then you came,
Lonely roads, in day you are my shadow,
Serene nights, you are the light,
Reckon your heart bead, that beats for me,
Feel your breathe, the air that you breathe,
In strange world we surely do live,
When everyone on journey, rush and haste,
Someone waits as well, their journey awaits,
And it is when your patience pays a lifetime,
Now that you’ve found it,
Forever it will last,
And then in triumph, you will sing songs and wish,
I be with you…you be with me,
For life is a journey, love comes to blossom,
When your patience sings in jubilance,
You stay shy!
Oh, but why?
And yet my beloved,
Hearken my words,
Words I profess, time and again,
In silent murmur, only you will hear,
For if I say loud, others will envy,
My love for you,
Your love for me,
Oh Beloved, how much I say, time and again,
And yet never I get tired of it,
Indeed not, for I could savour your love,
Till my life time; till I sleep for the last time,
When ‘spite the love, I never can say,
I love you.
Shh!
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I like this poem.
Thank you Milan. Looking forward to hearing more from you in the ensuing days!
Thank you Milan. Looking forward to hearing more from you in the ensuing days!
When ‘spite the love, I never can say,
I love you.
Shh!
uh-oh... it hurts...
Those who love the most, they never are togehter...take things that way...
reality hurts... ;(
And yet, you have to live with it because you cannot stay in dreams...you have to forlorn the dream because you have to wake up...like it or not...
dreams are my reality, the only kind of real fantasy... hehehe
hehehehehe...but, someday you have to wake up...one day or the other...
someday.... :P
Sometime...
hehehe...
:-)
reality speaks but dreams are silent .
but silence also speaks sometimes.so.
good poems
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