The tear stuck in my eye is you
Which has blurred my vision is you
Who stole my sleeps is you
Who burns my emotion is you
Whose memory pinches me is you
You are not aware how I was looted by you.
Many pages of life I have turned, unaware, is you and you,
How thorns of memories pinned my soul not aware is you only you
Who cannot feel my pain is you
Unaware of my suffering is you
Who has lost his heart, is me, not you
How deep I was in love, not knowing, is you
Many fables related to you because of me
Many dawns will remember me
Many dusks are now memento
But now who turned away, is you
I gathered the memories who scattered them, is you.
In collecting all, it takes years so as changed my moments
This has become my habit remembering you, you and you.
Which bring tears in my eyes, how delicate the love is
I realized after meeting you
The rustle of the wind makes me feel as you have come,
When I turn to see, there is the rustling mere
The tear., stuck in my eyes, blurring my vision, is YOU.
Comments
The rustle of the wind.....wooooo
Thanks saba, I am glad you like it.
Thanks O.M. for further explanation.
I appreciate your comments a lot.
Thanks Uncle for your encouragement.
Very well defined Kavita Sharma
Thanks for all your appreciation.
When you are in deep love and abruptly something happened which you have never imagined, tears you mentally and emotionally into pieces , take you into extreme pain. It can be clearly seen in this poem . Wish you have a better life ahead.
"Then, there is no us, there exist only you and me."
This is the bottom line Rose. Thanks for being so considerate.
People say that one of two lovers always loves more than the other.
I do not know if it's true. But what does more love mean?
Is not love something unconditional and incomparable?
Is love measurable? Either we love or we do not love, right?
If it starts to hurt, and if we give and give and we don't get anything in return, is our love just love in a one-way direction
Then, there is no us, there exist only you and me.
Thanks again for sharing your feelings in such impressive writing, Mishaikh.