Tuesday, March 5, 2013



I envy him…
The stealer who sneaked into my vase,
Furtively he lavished my flowers with glam.
With strokes of his magic wand;
Vanished my flowers; their essence scrammed.
I still care and preserve,
The leftover aroma in the emptiness.
I envy him…
As he turned into a giant black cloud,
Hovered above; embraced my love in the night sky.
A tear rolled down, and mingled with stillness in lake.
And soon it rained; emerged an urge to crush my ache.
But I stood low, dormant and lifeless.
I wait for the sky to get clear.
I envy him…
The musketeer who plundered into my home.
He took away all that was mine,
Sweetness on her lips, and her dimpled face in shine.
I wish his musket to kill me,
As her memories couldn’t help me die.


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3 comments

hey bro,though this post of your's leaves you lonely and stranded but at the same time it's steals the hearts of readers like me..
great going......keep up the good work

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Blogging is the new poetry. I find it wonderful and amazing in many ways.

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Hey keep posting such good and meaningful articles.

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