Remember me, he said,
When the noise of crowds is all you hear,
When people are close, but none too near,
When no wisdom’s found in books borrowed,
Or nights are cold and dreams harrowed,
Remember me.
Remember me, he said,
When seasons pass by in lyrical dance,
When a lone breeze puts your heart in trance,
When through the blinds comes a spring’s first morn,
And you hug him tight with a vivid yawn,
Remember me.
Remember me, he said,
When flirty wafts tease your hair,
When a random paper somersaults mid-air,
When your footsteps whistle on slippery floors,
When you tremble at night from heavens roars,
Remember me.
The love we find, and the pain we hide,
Cannot outlast the bludgeons of tide,
Wounded by time and blinded in part,
Love now totters in an aching heart,
Time will teach you once more to see,
But until then my love, remember me…
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10 comments:
wonderful poem :)
@Blunt edges: Thank you.. :)
Lovely poem and yes melancholic! Cheer up!
@shirley: hehe.. yeah.. agreed this one is melancholic, but i'm ok.. A movie or a book or a random person or a season triggers off some imaginary sequence.. That's how I write poems.. :P
Beautiful poem.
I loved the lines,
"The love we find, and the pain we hide,
Cannot outlast the bludgeons of tide"
:)
@D2: Thanks a lot buddy.. and welcome to Lyrical Melancholy. :)
Incredible..!
@dory: Thanks dude..
beautiful... read it like 5 times now .. :).. cant decide which part of it is the best... something wondrous reveals itself each time :)
@rashmi: thank you once again.. :)
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