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!


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...