Wednesday, February 16, 2011

THE CLICHÉD CLING




Sitting near the end of the bridge,was waiting for your sail to waive.



Days have passed since I quenched my thirst from your resplendent flacon.



Eyes have penetrated into abyss for not treating them with ur visage.



Heart is distressed as it hasn't fluttered deeply since your last touch .



The flowers are blooming but sluggishly just to spread smiles.



Clouds above promised to hold my tears,till i saturate or they wnt shower.



Pages have fallen short of lines to absorb my umpteen promises.



Life is too small to let go time without your presence in and around.



I am living each and every moment ,delivering joy to my loved ones.



But the heart is empty of the inner bliss it indulges from my 'the only
one'.



You are my resolved conflict of the cliched emotional and practical war .



Even pain inflicted by you was a reverie ,which I devoured reverently.



My life isnt meant to be juxtaposed to your gamuet of liveliness.



Even without you there is harmony , love, life and reason to laugh.



But its the heart where I fall short of all the strength I show off.



I am, was and will continue to love and resent to not to have you throught.



Coz it was my love which may have fallen short of the" benchmark".



Waiting and cursing "time" is the part and parcel of this rendezvous with
love.



Nevertheless, the bridge and the water will stay to be blessed with your
presence.



And somewhere, near the bay a figure dressed in hope will be sauntering.



No challenge only a remark ' dear time lets see how strong is my hope than
you.



You may throw me, shatter me and fade my youth prematurely.



I would continue to cherish d love you gave me ,,even for a moment.



Even you know you cnt make good d loss so pls dnt sadly hover.



Your pain is a blessing to me,, and i will accept more to come all
enthusiastically.'



Would end with a quote which touched my heart :-



''More than we love to love,,we love to be loved''