Saturday, October 8, 2011

Heart Broken

I walked to the garden and sat on a tree nearby,
I see the place unattended and quite,
I was tired and I sought a pleasure to feel alive again,
Then, a cool breeze ran on my body,
And my heart was with you
I wished for your arms to hold me tight,
A shoulder to rest upon,
A sweet love to exchange,
But where are you?
You were the best companion I had
You pulled me from the grave and stood me on the hill
When I was afraid, you made me still
You were the strength to me, you kept me going,
You once told me, “You are everything to me”
I smiled and cherished the words,
I closed my eyes and saw you disappear away in the clouds,
I will never be the same,
Every breathe I take is going to be different
To live for myself because you are now gone forever,
Every good thing has an end but why didn't you leave me a goodbye end?
So lost in thoughts, I wondered in the garden
Gazed at the autumn leaves; sad and withered on the ground
But it gave me joy; it decorated the garden so bright and yellow
A wilted wishes to born again
And so am I:
A hope to begin a new life, a change to make within.

10 comments:

  1. The feelings you have mentioned are poignant!
    If this is not fiction ... I hope you feel alive again soon!

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  2. Thank you. It is "once upon a time" felt sensation. Life is not always beautiful.

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  3. Take it easy,,,,,,anyways a touching poem indeed...

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  4. A touching yet beautiful poem. Thoroughly enjoyed reading every line of it. :) keep posting.

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  5. Enjoyed reading your article, it is touching. The broken heart can be mended so move on..... wish you best for your new life. Keep posting.

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  6. Hey yeesi...hope you are doing fine....very influencing poem...leave it to time to care of it!!!

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  7. sad..one......but there's always more....:)

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  8. Hey Yeesi...the poem is really romantic, sad and sensational. I can see John Keats, Pb Shelly and many more in You. Keep writing.

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  9. The poem is fictitious. It is real to the fact that "thoughts' are mine.

    Anyways, I am good. Thanks to all of you for the wonderful comments.

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