The cold sun rays of Fall,
On my drowsy eyes they fall,
Evoking that painful sweet urge,
of a beautiful past seen and heard....
This interminable period of waiting,
of pondering, of yearning and that bitter-sweet longing,
When oh When will those times come?
And what if they never ever come?
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3 comments:
Nice impromptu poem, I suppose...Hoping that you must have regained your sweet past! :)
thanks...Actually I am in better shape now than when I had written the poem.
Btw, I am very curious to know who this is. Any clues?
Hmm...I am not from Mumbai but am here! I accidentally came across your blog, found it interesting; since then I have read most of your posts!
Consider me as your blog post admirer!!! :)
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