as i stare down the memory lanes ,
searching for the lost moments in vain ,
i cry my heart out ,
for the times gone by.
i gave second looks to none ,
but one , one look , in those ,
deep , mesmerising , enthralling eyes ,
bewitched , captivated , charmed , i was.
what a fool , i was ,
i had fallen for ,
yet i brushed it off ,
for impervious was i thought i was.
sitting with her ,
by the bank of the river ,
quiescent she was ,
head on shoulders ,
silky , soft , tender hands in mine ,
long fingers , intertwined with mine ,
a single emotion spread across ,
her adorable , beautiful , graceful , fair face.
as caprice of mind ,
i was back in time.
in the early hours ,
of the lovely morning ,
when the trees were asleep ,
and it was not yet four ,
walking on the dark lonely road ,
the words i heard ,
perhaps you don't care ,
and i was like ,
my my my ,
how do i reply ?
i was crying ,
under the pillow.
i was weeping ,
in the bathroom.
i was whimpering ,
in the balcony.
i should have known ,
tears , are not arguments.
for i was , hurt badly ,
yet i was in , something madly.
aeons of time passed by ,
yet somehow , i feel it was yesterday ,
when i left her alone ,
not a word spoken.
the coldness fills my chest ,
the callousness cuts me each passing moment ,
had i , had a heart ,
i would have given it to her ,
and i would not have been here.
When people have memories they can't forget, they get strong and that is called growth. Now look who is talking???
ReplyDeletecouldn't have asked for better....jaspal's heart right out into this poem...
ReplyDeleteAisa mat keh Jassi tere paas to sabse badaa dil hai yaar ...
ReplyDeleteTu tention mat le agli baar milegi to de dena usko ....
jassi somethings are meant to be dropped...... drop all the stories for wat u hav created for her n be happy.........
ReplyDeletereally gd work.. i lv d pom.. n ur language.. xpectin more..
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