Thoughts that enter into the conscious in stray moments of calmness or tumult, poems that are born of such moments...
Monday, March 15, 2010
LOVE FOREVER
The flowers were taken back
suddenly,
The stunned eyes gazed upon
the path, that took the receding steps
to a distant nowhere,
Fleeting truths
were hurled like rocks,
hit hard,
and it bled everywhere
for long.
The exhausted self coiled itself
into its cocoon
and mourned the death of
tender moments.
At the end of everything,
Love still stood
at the threshold of eternity
surrounded by the corpses of old dreams,
waving and smiling,
Its innocent eyes
bearing the marks
of the untold and
the unexpressed.
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It's both heart breaking n heart healing...
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