Sleep comes after a long wait, like death...awaited for long....
....To end the agony of this forlon dawn....
Conversation, the sound that I hear....
When our silences entangle and its hard to bear....
Laughter, the beautiful reminder of past....
The childhood days, the innocence not lost....
Forgetfulness, nothing more than an enforced art,
A remembrance to forget and let things be of past....
Love, both the satiating elixir and the parched throat,
A wordless letter for you, which I never wrote....
Hope, it is that leap of faith...
Which we have together taken, in these times so strange....
Questions, are answers that I shy away to get....
Tears, the priceless pearls, that we so unnecessarily spend....
Choices are decisions that never turn out right....
Sadness is something I could never ever fight....
7 comments:
Nice poem... really witty lines!
Wow ...
once more, Wow.
Truly Wow!
Choices are decisions that never turn out right....
this one line is the best ...
Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans :)
Wow & Witty
one best reads ever !!
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