Wednesday 18 December 2013

~Gone~



~Gone~

What ink should I write our story?
What paper would eyes behold?
Trails that you never walked, or
Let pens slither on their own?
Once Gone, such easily you’d walk in,
Smiling away all the pain to forgone
Blinking still in the light of doubts,
I’d close my heavy eyes in familiar arms
Dreams would snatch me, eager ‘n nude
Lulling my fears into a labyrinth of loss
Then I’d hold your hands more tightly
Clutching them throughout my sleep
But, you’d steal them again, to be Gone
To return once more — again to be Gone..
This is our tale, a fable of false hopes
Who’d say?
What ink should I write our story?
What paper would eyes behold?

9 comments:

  1. Of longings and of loving a reckless man.

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  2. oh...felt piece...how hard as well to have them there and give hope...only to leave and dash it on the rocks....an emotional rollercoaster....

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  3. The turmoils of a wait, the longing, and the fear of the person going away .... so beautifully expressed ... just loved it :-)

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  4. Ah sometimes it's hard to get out of this cycle with someone isn't it? The only way to break free is to be free :)

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  5. Very Nice, A G+ for ur Post and Have a Nice Day. . . :)

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  6. Ok i confess, I have been reading this poem 9th time and this time somehow managed to write this comment.
    Otherwise, I am always entangled with this magical weaving of words that i completely forget to comment :)
    Love

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  7. indeed what ink would be suited for this story, this never ending story...... Its lovely what u have expressed in words....

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