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LOVE BEYOND LIFE

There were so many things
I wanted to tell you,
But you went away before
I could gather my courage.

Years rolled by
But you never answered my letters.
I thought you had
Forgotten me.

The rains brought you back
To my doorsteps.
You were a homeless tramp,
A lost man in the battle of life.

Little did I know
What you were upto.
I smiled at my luck
My dream was turning real.

But you betrayed me again.
You repaid me too well.
Slit my throat when I was sleeping,
Dreaming of you and me together.

Now I write in my own blood
The saga of cruel pain you gave me.
Avenge I shall,
But how can I hurt my own love ?

Comments

Suresh Kumar said…
Nicely written poem.

They say in samskrita Kshamaya dharitri Naari (Forgiveness is the essence of a lady). But many seemed to have pushed her over the edge that forgiveness becomes impossible.
ANWESA said…
@suresh kumar,
thanx 4 reading!!der r some sins which cannot be forgiven,yet unyielding,foolish human heart-hoping beyond hope and dreaming of what will never be!!
Hemanth Potluri said…
touched me very much anwe ....its a beauty :)..

urs..hemu..
Tara said…
Oh! Intense. Very. Beautiful. :)
ANWESA said…
@hemanth,
thanx 4 reading!!
ANWESA said…
@tara,
thanx dear!!
Vani said…
Wow..Such a nice poem. Rather touching. Well done :)
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
thanx gal!!
ANWESA said…
@vani,
thanx dear!!!
Cяystal said…
This was some construction of words. Raka gave you a right award..Kreativ blogger!

But sometimes even our love can be hurt.just to prove that we love him/her!
Richa said…
:)

its realy piognant..

beautiful.. i got no words to say anything more than tht.. u left me awestruck!!
ANWESA said…
@crystal,
thanx!!n thanx 2 phoenix 4 ngivin me d award..yes,love does hurt..
peter said…
okay dun kick me for this but I believe you are not the 1st gal who has written something like this.

Gals always cry about these things on their blogs ..i believe these matters are way too personal.

and yeah sorry i dun mean anythng -ve ..poem is lovely but cliche :|

happy blogging !
ANWESA said…
@peter,
yes,gals cry out der sorrows on blog.but 4 me it was sheer imagination.n i'm glad it sounded real.:)thanx 4 reading it!!!
ABHISHEK SiM said…
a bit sad... lovely imagination
ANWESA said…
@abhishek sim,
thanx!!
Art and Poetry said…
Unusual and I like it good twist at the end!
ANWESA said…
@art and poetry,
thanx!!
Ria said…
tht was painful.u have really written a very heartfelt poem.
oo7 said…
second last para is my fav.. :D
tc
alok said…
Tume satare gotia kabhi :) ?

Mua jane, bhuatkichi aame kahu ba lekhu kintu aame saada bele gotia prasana ra uttar paeinki jeevan sara kujibuli thau. There is no life beyond your imaginations and no love beyond your life. Many times it sounds me as if a fake reality or maybe a bitter truth.
ANWESA said…
@alok,
prathame "kabi" kahibaa pain dhanyabad!tuma reply khoob sundar heichi,sabubele mane rakhibaaku chesta karibi..
Mithe said…
Wow! It reminds me of a poem I read in Elective English some years back-but you have worded it much much better-its easily understandable Anwesha-lovely!
Thanks for the linking of my post:)
ANWESA said…
@mithe,
thanx dear!!
Phoenix said…
you brought out something that i have realized..no matter how great the pain is,inflicted by the one you love; it is almost impossible to lash out at him for wronging you..
ANWESA said…
@phoenix,
thanx dear!!mayb it was a telepathy.
Aneesh said…
Nice poem..
How can I hurt my own love?
Sometimes you will
:)
ANWESA said…
@aneesh,
thanx 4 reading!!
ANWESA said…
@dewdrop,
thanx!!
sawan said…
strong feel!!

anwesa, u know what.. i sometimes laugh at life :) some how ive seen too much of love in the name of people who havnt learned to respect it! life many a times play insane :) maybe there is a logic that i failed to see !!
ANWESA said…
@sawan,
i agree wid u bro!sumtyms we fail 2 get d logic of things.n den begins trauma!!thanx 4 reading!
sawan said…
its sad that we know our problem and yet cant do anything about it :)and wen it comes to reading ur post, the pleasure was all mine :)
Lena said…
ohh. really painful.. you managed to conмун emotions very well.
ANWESA said…
@sawan,
how true!!n yes,i'm glad u liked this!
ANWESA said…
@lena,
thanx dear!
Keshi said…
deep n beautiful!

Keshi.
Pinku said…
that was very nice...

unlike Suresh would like to quote that the female of every species is deadlier than the male. and nothing is as dangerous as a woman spurned...

so avenge you must...if only to stay true to your gender...
ANWESA said…
@joiedevivre,
thanx!!
ANWESA said…
@pinku,
thanx 4 reading!yes,wounded females r vry dangerous,but somewhere they r as soft as butter.
its nvr easy 2 hurt sum1 u luv.
n i liked d last line of ur reply..

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