Years will slowly roll by,
We will never visit the road taken..
We knew it in our hearts,
Memories were thus collected..
Shadows of our mountain will grow bigger,
Cutting our flight...making us meager.
I held steadfast to our broken dreams
I kept my promise...
You?....
You held them in open.
Alone in darkness
I pick the pieces of broken heart,
Your careful wrong steps
Shall live inside me forever
till death do us part...
We will never visit the road taken..
We knew it in our hearts,
Memories were thus collected..
Shadows of our mountain will grow bigger,
Cutting our flight...making us meager.
I held steadfast to our broken dreams
I kept my promise...
You?....
You held them in open.
Alone in darkness
I pick the pieces of broken heart,
Your careful wrong steps
Shall live inside me forever
till death do us part...
3 comments:
the dreams which once held so good..the ones I saw through your eyes, were all but mirage of time..
M.D. this one is so very close to heart, I can completely relate..
Indeed 'till death do us apart' - delves much deeper than what meets the eyes.,if only one could read between the lines and thoughts.
mountains can become impregnable..but is it really so? Can the heart forget everything?
Or do we pretend non-existence? truly till death do us part....
i quite didnt like the tone of the poem...its accusatory mona...chal koi na..tere haath mein pen hai aur hum comment kar sakte hain...title achcha hai...
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