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Adieu....My Friend
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Adieu....My Friend |
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shilpi Member
since 2000-05-24
Posts 73 |
Your hand slipping away, This moment, I've dreaded the most, Seemed light years away, Advanced like the waves towards the coast. I can't help but gaze into your eyes, Hoping to capture your face, There maybe but a few seconds, Forever in time and in space. Far away in miles, you will be my loss, But in a special place, you shall remain, Our paths may never cross, Still, the hope lingers on. "Goodbye",the words refusing to escape from my lips, For I don't want to hurt you, Careful not to let pearls of tears drop from your eyes, For you don't want to hurt me. You say,"This is transient, induced by the emotions of parting", Yet I only smile....trying very hard, Shared moments, silly fights, reminiscing, For, to accept the farewell, it is hard. The void forming inside our hearts, Deep inside, we're aware, Will grow in depth to bear strong roots, Never for anyone, I shall so much care. Why has it become so silent....? Has nature also joined in our mourning ? Leaves cease to flutter in the wind, I realise,the pain is only beginning. I start each day without you, Clinging on to the memories you left behind, Who would catch me when I falter, no clue... You still vibrate from heart to mind. The sharp pain when I think of you, Changes to a deep ache, Finally, all I feel is an empty numbness....... "Aye, my friend, it is transient". [This message has been edited by shilpi (edited 05-30-2000).] |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Advanced like the waves towards the coast, Causing sharp ripples across this heart, Painful pangs burning the soul, the roast, Trembling hands, clipped wings, so sharp the dart... "Aye, my friend, it is transient", Yes it is maybe for onlookers aplenty, To me it is a permanent state of coma, Waiting for this empty life to be taken away .... Mighty words from you shilpi, I can imagine the pain... regards, Sudhir P.S. from the insinuation of your words above, maybe you know which I lines I lifked the most.... sarcastic, caustic from a burnt heart, thats how it is, a great touch of sentiments, and a dash of bitterness interwoven, thats how I see this, correct me if I am wrong... Meanwhile read on to this pink floyd song... Hey you, out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own, Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me? Hey you, with your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home.... by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall |
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shilpi Member
since 2000-05-24
Posts 73 |
Sudhir, you have expressed exactly how I feel in such brilliant words.....Yes, you are absolutely right, there is a bitterness and sarcasm involved.....I'm glad I conveyed the right message.... My sincere thanks to you, once again, for taking time off to read and add to my poems, believe me your additions are so intense and deep..... Hey, maybe I should post my writings in the analysis section also, you'll definitely contribute so much to make mine better !!! A million thanks and appreciation shilpi PS. your words have so much of driving force in them !! [This message has been edited by shilpi (edited 05-30-2000).] |
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