It’s simple, not complicated. It’s written, not narrated. It’s a broken path one has to mend, it’s a process, and it has to end. It has to go on and on, above the sky and beyond. Such is our life, Live it, it’s not a lie. TRAVEL TRAVEL and TRAVEL
Sunday, June 26, 2016
PART OF ME
You are a part of me now. I can never get rid of you. You will always remain inside, there in me. You shall never disappear. Although, with time, memories will fade away. After few years apart and then again coming close for sometime and then again drifting apart, those few moments were the best time in my life. They say you can never forget your first love, I guess its true. I don't know when will I see you again, I don't know when will I speak to you again, but one thing I am sure of, that is, I won't be able to love a person the same way I did to you. That is the harsh reality of my life. You win some, you lose some. I guess I lost you.
But I still feel your smell crawling under my skin.
But I still feel your smell crawling under my skin.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
The Lost Change IV
Oh my God ! You have written this poem for me, I love you, said the husband excitedly. She nodded in agreement and imagined her long lost love.
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