Amidst the 1000 people in between whom she stood,
her eyes found the only face in her mind,
the soul that stole her heart,
the only person she thought about,
Her heart beat, she could hear against the sound,
the sound of joy for him all around,
here was the man who filled her with love from within,
the only one she could see, without.
The vanquisher of her fears,
the conqueror of her dreams,
blinded she was by the love in his eyes,
nothing made sense, unless it was him here.
He caressed her so gently,
that the whole world she would forget,
her hand,when he held so close to his heart,
she knew, she knew, she knew he cared.
In his hands, even a rose could not help not withering,
his smile was all she needed to survive,
to know that life was still worth living.
The day she lost her heart to him,
she knew it was safe,
safe in the hands of a feeling that no one could ever explain.
Yet he was so distant, so distant that there was nothing she could do,
nothing of what they shared ceased to remain untrue.
Unreal it sure was, it was all a part of an inexplicable dream,
a dream that would remain one, how much ever she would try to believe it's real..
A photograph is all that remains,of the only one who resided in her heart,
in the world that she lives in,absolutely nothing would let them part.
And in that world she lives,
amidst the 1000 people that she could see,
with a feeling that would never die,
the only reason that she would be.
her eyes found the only face in her mind,
the soul that stole her heart,
the only person she thought about,
Her heart beat, she could hear against the sound,
the sound of joy for him all around,
here was the man who filled her with love from within,
the only one she could see, without.
The vanquisher of her fears,
the conqueror of her dreams,
blinded she was by the love in his eyes,
nothing made sense, unless it was him here.
He caressed her so gently,
that the whole world she would forget,
her hand,when he held so close to his heart,
she knew, she knew, she knew he cared.
In his hands, even a rose could not help not withering,
his smile was all she needed to survive,
to know that life was still worth living.
The day she lost her heart to him,
she knew it was safe,
safe in the hands of a feeling that no one could ever explain.
Yet he was so distant, so distant that there was nothing she could do,
nothing of what they shared ceased to remain untrue.
Unreal it sure was, it was all a part of an inexplicable dream,
a dream that would remain one, how much ever she would try to believe it's real..
A photograph is all that remains,of the only one who resided in her heart,
in the world that she lives in,absolutely nothing would let them part.
And in that world she lives,
amidst the 1000 people that she could see,
with a feeling that would never die,
the only reason that she would be.
14 comments:
Beautiful! :)
I read it three times over and its still awesome :)
Its nicely written, and it does prove my point...
You are a mushpot.. :P
Arey waah...the power of 40 is here..I wonder which one is this for...
On a serious note,very Pretty !! Mushy yet sweet. Very sweet.
She loved,she cared she gave it her all
He was but a dream that came crashing with a fall
She cried, she was pained but then she realized
It was always just another brick in the wall.
There is sincerity in your writing. Me likes. :)
I loved the twist. I think recent happenings have made you and your thoughts 'real' rather than 'ideal'. The poem, therefore, seems even more believable. Brilliant :)
@sumiran: thanks!!
@harsh: im a girl..im allowed to be one :P thanks tho
@shraddha: kuch bhi 40 ka effect..but thnx :D
@kirti: thats nice to know
@cins: you're right..before I lost my cell, the poem went on a different direction altogether..and thnks :D
superb! so me-like :P
Mystical..Hmm..Nice!!
"Yet he was so distant, so distant that there was nothing she could do"...dat's not true.
I beg to differ from the popular view of it being mushy...instead I feel it reflects your maturity and the fact that you have grown up. Plus the way it's been written although its not complex, it isn't that easy as well. And i'm sure there is some hidden connotation here which can be understood only after sound reading.
Really Nice and beautiful....
Arey waah. From accounts of your life to romantic poetry, good going :)
loved it! :D
@nisha: exactly!
@aadu: thank u
@trusha: how sweet of u! well, lots of thts when i wrote this, so complex it is :P
@sumit: thnks
@pratap: all inspiration from u ,sir :) thank u
@shrilata: thanks!!
Simple and deep.
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