08.21.07
Crossroads.
I wasn’t done hoping
For a cross road
A different day, a different time
who knows we could still be friends.
I wasn’t done searching
For a glimpse
Of that smile on your face
One could feel from across the room.
I wasn’t done yearning
For just one touch
Feeling the warmth
That only you could give.
I stop to wonder
Standing on this cross-road
Will you leave me in pain
Giving no reason, no explanation. Again!
Little Miss Muffet said,
August 22, 2007 at 12:31 am
ohhh…ur poem sounds really personal..i’m guessing it’s not just some random incident that’s inspired this..the last para was really sad
Sometimes Saintly Nick said,
August 22, 2007 at 1:40 am
That is a wonderful and most intense poem. Thank you for sharing it, my dear.
Rohit said,
August 22, 2007 at 2:45 am
I particularly identify with some lines here and they couldn’t have been presented in a better form. Thanks a ton.
Grey Shades said,
August 22, 2007 at 3:05 am
Greensatya said,
August 22, 2007 at 7:30 am
Yeah, beautiful words for so familiar situation. Nice poem, so back to being ‘the’ poet ?
educatedunemployed said,
August 22, 2007 at 9:43 am
LMM:
Everything is personal on this blog.
Nick:
You are welcome.
Rohit:
I am glad my emotions can be identified with.
Grey Shades:
Awwe, writing about it helps.I really does.
Satya:
Just being me. The usual.
Mowgli said,
August 22, 2007 at 9:17 pm
lovely
educatedunemployed said,
August 23, 2007 at 10:08 am
Mowgli:
Lonely?
Mowgli said,
August 23, 2007 at 12:11 pm
this too shall pass.