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Some1 quoted right : "Feelings change .. Memories dont.."

Saw you after long…

Million memories came along.................,
Remembered my first love,had come to an end,
My first friend, my sweet heart, my best friend,
Hard to believe a girl taught me lesson (Made me comfortable with the hardest truth of life),
Bereavement can be overcome, don’t make it depression..

Now you are happy and I too am not sad,
Only love isn’t sufficient..
Tried hard but couldn’t make you glad :( ..

As I am seeing you after years; don’t know how to react?
Again should I try to cross blocked tract ?..
Should I hug you and cry ?
Will you wait till Goodbye ?

It feels restless to accept the space,
Somebody else occupied my place,
Will you give me a little new corner?
I promise , won’t nag; smile with whatever…

No let it be, I have changed my mind,
Your silence gave time to unwind,
Don’t feel pity, don’t be kind,
Several joys yet I can find...

I have overcome my fears,
Countless more treat me dear,
I know you don’t want to come near,
Still you want me to get into happiness gear J
So wear a grin to know,
Million other reasons make me cheer…:D



Comments

  1. Nice expression yaar...
    Especially these lines-
    "It feels restless to accept the space,
    Somebody else occupied my place,"
    sound like universally applicable quote...

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  2. There are times when forgetting can be just as important as remembering- and even more difficult.

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  3. @Amrin ...ya .. u are absolutely right !!
    @Chetan Sure !!

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