Many years have passed since then
You were insisting to join me often
It used to send me ripples in spine
But I was comfortable and feeling fine
Ripples in spine
Many years have passed since then
You were insisting to join me often
It used to send me ripples in spine
But I was comfortable and feeling fine
My heart beats used to rise alarmingly
I was not in sad state but felt warmly
You had deep sense of pride and honor
I was unable to stand even on floor
Yet I was very much dreaming
She was like home coming
I never thought she may vanish all of sudden
I had no slightest idea even
I did not dare to open my mind
I could see lines on her face and find
It revealed me untold truth
It needed no words or proof
I have no regret of loosing her
She was always willing to come here
The luck would have it and she was gone
I remained cut off as things remained undone
Even today I feel she belonged to me
Even though I was not totally free
She may be seen several times nearby
I never intended to see her or try
Her close association would have made me sink
I was never out of touch and it made me think
I thought of old acquaintance but brushed aside
It was improper for me to go so much wide
I had cried several nights
I don’t know whether it was wrong or right
Yet I felt her absence as great loss
She meant to be precious jewel as she was
If ever I could disclose to her about my desire
It should not have been proved satire
I remained alone through out
I learnt it wisely what the life is all about
Deepankar .... I had cried several nights I don’t know whether it was wrong or right Yet I felt her absence as great loss She meant to be precious jewel as she was = = == == == == I do cry ... = = = = = = == If ever I could disclose to her about my desire =*=*=*=*=*=*= I've disclosed to no avail... heartless as they are & always be.... not that they do not love... not that they love someone else... but because they are afraid of their own shadow..
A woman is an Angel or a demon She can create or mar men She will halt love giving jolt And make us do life-long somersault. Nice ambiguous poetry. mvvenkataraman, Chennai Apr 17. 2011 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------