Thursday, February 16, 2012

the strange things about love ...

Whatever it was it wasn't love!
It was about getting even.
I hurt you because you hurt me
I lied to you as you lied to me
I deceived for you cheated too;
and both wondered -
why couldnt you love as I do! ...
And this skin communicated thing,
whatever it was, it wasn't love.

and now after so many years ...
when I have held you in my poems
and your smiling face and twinkling eyes 
 come alive from the pages with words not spoken,
 I feel happy that you are here for me.
Now you are always there, waiting,
in the alleyways of my poetry,
a little silent perhaps
and may be a bit foggy
but letting me feel that
I am not alone,
not entirely, that is!



6 comments:

ayala said...

Love this, my friend. I haven't seen you lately and I hope you are well. Best wishes to you.

Rose said...

Absolutely fabulous I love it :D

Ygraine said...

How this tugs at the heart-strings!
I can feel it's emotional intensity in my own being.
Very, very beautiful :)

Dulcina said...

Aaaah..., the different way males & females love..., yes, it's in our nature: men usually love 80% - 100% with their bodies and we usually love same percentage with our soul.
Men think needing is love and we think love is giving.
Very well written, dear.
:)

ashok said...

so beautiful...

sandeep singh said...

Love indeed.. Beautifully written...

@Sandy..........