the lips i kissed
the hand i held
the breath i felt
wasnt yours..
the dreams i saw
the hurts i bore
the path i trod
were all mine...
the flowers i plucked
the lines i wrote
the tunes i hummed
werent for you
the sighs that passed
the tumult that brewed
the tears that flowed
were all mine....
the pages that were turned
the book that was shut
the story that ended
is ours.
01/28/2012
(Photo clicked @ Powai lake, Bombay, May 2009)
Your poetry calls. It touches.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
...nanni :) ... this one i wrote after hearing a break-up story of a dear friend and i just couldnt help but write....
ReplyDeleteHmm... that touches.
ReplyDelete"the pages that were turned
the book that was shut
the story that ended
is ours."
A feeling of sadness engulfs reading these lines.
there was a time when a break-up story used to sadden me. depress me. after experiences undergone and shared, i am beginning to believe they are lessons life hands down:
DeleteSometimes to say never give up..
sometimes to say, let go!
--> the only problem is to hear and understand what's the lesson all about :D
Thank you, Shail-echi for stopping by! :)