Thursday, July 9, 2009

THE SOUND OF GOODBYE…



It feels so difficult to let you go,

But I can’t hold you back, I know.



Goodbye, my love,

Live well and long;

I’ll miss you so much,

Your heart is where I belong;

Walk away if you must,

Go, make your life a lovely song…


I’m not sure if I can live like this,

Remembering and savouring the feel of your kiss;

Each memory a falling leaf,

Searing my heart, bringing me grief.



Yet, I won’t ask you to stop,

I’ll swallow every sob;

Walk away if you must,

I’ll always love you…

I’ll miss you so much...


A thousand questions fill my mind,

But a single answer I can’t find;

Every feeling bruised and uncertain,

My heart is all aching and broken.



Yet, I won’t demand a single word,

Even though it may hurt like a sword;

Walk away if you must,

I’ll always love you…

I’ll miss you so much...


Every moment spent with you,

Is a splendid shade of the love-hue;

Let me breathe-in its heady fragrance,

Tomorrow I may not feel its scent.



Yet, I won’t ask you to bring me colours,

For, life without you will lose its vigour;

Walk away if you must,

I’ll always love you…

I’ll miss you so much...


Goodbye, my love…

Live well and long…


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  2. Beautiful .Only a true lover can feel it .Wonderful . Beauty in words oozing the feelings of an aching heart. I can feel it. Clappings for you.

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  4. @vikrant...this poem is a piece of my imagination...so u neednt worry about anybody leaving or greiving.. :)
    thanks for the appreciation though..
    cheers!

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  5. figments of your imaginatation are unnervingly obscure. And undeniably too conspicuous...You sure, you want to still keep it here? Delete this comment after you have seen it..

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  7. @ siddharth.. y not... i welcome negetive comments wholeheartedly...
    maybe if i could read ur work, i could take some inspiration :) what say?
    cheers!

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  8. Hmm... My words just bypassed my actual intention...I appreciate your work, and you don't know how! I meant, by those vaguely written words of mine, that this is too much attracting the attention of readers.. And a co-relation to reality even slightly portrayed ( whether intentional or not )can mean you becoming an open book to others.. And that is one thing Sha ka la ka, I don't want you to do... .

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  9. @siddharth...worry not..i can never be an open book to anyone :)
    btw..i'ld really like to see ur work...i seem to be getting confused as to who u r..n with no access to ur blog, things r becoming a bit more baffling..

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  10. In poetry there is no need of personal life's experience. Poet can express him/her from varied experiences which he /she get from the society ,friends, media. Anyway beautiful work SHALAKA I am your big fan now. Great. Superb. This shows how sensitive you are with human feelings .My best wishes.

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