My tale will never end
I will write more
For you
Today you are gone
But I still walk to your house
And romance with your furniture
I try to smell you on your phone
And sit on your chair
That is my poem for you
That makes me sad
Yet content
Because I can still touch you
I wonder sometimes
If you can sense me?
When I leave
I wonder sometimes
If these small things make a difference to you
14 comments:
This poem makes me sad somehow.It questions where to draw the line between love and obsession.
well...after going through your blog...it does ring a bell of similarity...
This is a lovely poem. Yeah, I agree with Sree... it sure raises a question about Love and Obsession. And reading the last verse, it makes me question narcissism too. I like the words.
Cheers.
Sree: It radiates my sadness.... and you are probably right.... that line was not really drawn
Scorpiogirl: thanks for visiting my blog!!
AlooFar : Thanks !!
Hmnn---cool poem---
sounds like obsession from beloved!
niceeee
Mys Lyke Meeh : thanks .... i guess so!!
Kiran Sawhney : thank you hai ji
Nice one.
btw where do you take the illustrations from ?
Hi Akshay, beautifully worded.. and your pain here is obvious.
Raghav: Thank u hai ji....
the pic will link you to the web page where I get the illustrations from.
Archana: Thanks
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