Both want a shoulder to lean,
In process our head collides,
A gap, although very thin,
In process our heart suicides,
Both want tears to be shared
In process our emotions gets marred,
A void, although very small,
In process time came to take a call!
Added: on Saturday, May 16th, 2009 at 11:51 am | Viewed: 129 times, 1 so far today | Comments (7)
yes Nitish, I know why, I know also that we have only one extreme passion in life, getting older I ask wether it is the girl or I who is the catalyst of such sentiment, it is an important question to my eyes.
Comments (7)
May 16th, 2009 at 12:51 pm
Hello Nitish, glad you posted something, the poem is beautiful and suggest some passion ….A gifted poem…
yann
May 16th, 2009 at 1:05 pm
nice to see you yann !
and i always write with passion and you know that !…..dont you ?
and all my poems are gift……..gift from her ……….from my love!
May 16th, 2009 at 5:16 pm
Nice poem Nitish. I agree with Yann it has some passion to it.
Regards,
Shawkat
May 17th, 2009 at 6:28 am
yes Nitish, I know why, I know also that we have only one extreme passion in life, getting older I ask wether it is the girl or I who is the catalyst of such sentiment, it is an important question to my eyes.
best wishes.
yann
May 17th, 2009 at 11:32 am
without any confusion …..its the girl……..
May 17th, 2009 at 12:26 pm
A Ntsh wt 4 u wrtn lak dis 2 us tso ndrstndbl….4
May 17th, 2009 at 12:41 pm
that is something special for me ray………….your mere presence here !
what ironical comment was that i cant understand…….thow some light ray !………m wating