To memories, good and bad
To the ones I hold dear
A long, last look, a gentle kiss
A goodbye forever.
From memories, good and bad
Oh! those most precious,
A forget-me-not and lilies,
A loving bind, most tender.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
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An old greeting card
Paper is almost crumbling
Past revisited.
I want to read the old ones sometime soon. And missed you a lot..
@ Harish
I got rid of the cards
It's what's in my mind that I can't erase..
..I really wish I could though
@The Reaper
Dunno if I'll put the old ones back up..but good to know I was missed. :)
Tear drop on her cheek
Old greeting cards up in flames
She still remembers ...
Sorry , I sometimes keep rambling.. in my head ...
I scattered the ashes in the valley,
Sent the memroies tumbling down into it too,
Every now and then they do arise though,
Whether to comfort or exacerbate I dont know.
Memories, long to be seen
by the eyes of the unseen
searching for you past
he finds it ended to last
for ye olde blog had been deleted
but now the blog must be repeated
the rhyme gets tacky here
for she shows no fear
and now that you're here
I'll be all ears
to your poems, hey no tears!
:D
@ Abhas
Hola! Will get outta the rut soon enough..keep an eye on The Nomadic Times. :)
She stood on the edge
Waiting.. for the ashes
Waiting for them to rise
And to sting her
But they did not come
For they were ashes , dead
And she realized then ,
It was just she and her thoughts .
@ Harish
The thoughts sometimes compelling are,
Send me searching for the ashes, in vain
That disappointing wait, that realisation,
I cannot take any more,
Here's lilies on the grave of my thoughts,
Buried forever more.
P.S. That's some bad, bad verse..mental note to write better..hafta write better.
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