Thursday, October 1, 2009

reminiscences

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.

5 comments:

  1. When people have memories they can't forget, they get strong and that is called growth. Now look who is talking???

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  2. couldn't have asked for better....jaspal's heart right out into this poem...

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  3. Aisa mat keh Jassi tere paas to sabse badaa dil hai yaar ...


    Tu tention mat le agli baar milegi to de dena usko ....

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  4. jassi somethings are meant to be dropped...... drop all the stories for wat u hav created for her n be happy.........

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  5. really gd work.. i lv d pom.. n ur language.. xpectin more..

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