Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Querulous ! (شکوہ)
Moving my hands,
In my hairs,
Slowly and softly,
With my closed eyes,
I still wonder,
Chasing back time,
So little it had been,
Apart from you,
Those beautiful days,
Where sun sings and bloom the lanes,
Where "you" & "me" got "we",
& from where "we" got "you & "me"
Those moments i can never forget,
Things! yes they change,
But why they so quickly do so,
When i count on my fingers,
A fact makes me realize,
Years are passed,
But when i miss you,
It feels,
So little it had been,
Apart from you!
In my hairs,
Slowly and softly,
With my closed eyes,
I still wonder,
Chasing back time,
So little it had been,
Apart from you,
Those beautiful days,
Where sun sings and bloom the lanes,
Where "you" & "me" got "we",
& from where "we" got "you & "me"
Those moments i can never forget,
Things! yes they change,
But why they so quickly do so,
When i count on my fingers,
A fact makes me realize,
Years are passed,
But when i miss you,
It feels,
So little it had been,
Apart from you!
-Illusion!
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Where "you" & "me" got "we",
& from where "we" got "you & "me"
wow!!
i also love poetry..u made one more fan today..m following this blog now :)
Thanks! :)