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Not quite long ago…
I failed.
To tell you that
I like your smile.
I regretted it every bit.
Wondering if I had it in me….
To go and get my dreams.

Now I’m gleefully happy…
About keeping mum then.
I like you no more…
You’ve changed..
Or is it me ?
Its you.


he must have been a sure loser... whoever he is, he is going to regret sooner...!

and thanks for being the same! didi, never ever change. you are the best :)
Dhanya said…
Liked this one! You're not blaming urself.. and that's what matters!
Meera said…
Nice one! People change and so do relationships. :) It's a cycle.

Take care!
david santos said…
Have a nice weekend.
MultiMenon said…
why is every one carrying an undertone of grief this time around??


Thousif Raza said…
makes me wanna think..... you are one writer... i love to read... :)

take care and keep writing..........
Hemanth Potluri said…
nicely written sis ..the words make me think :)...

Arv said…
and the games we play :)

such is the journey of life...

well written...

take care mate... cheers...
Ria said…
yes very true!! ppl do change indeed.
Cinderella said…
me likey !

Love the attitude of the piece!
The West Wind said…
Nice one.. it shows the different perspectives with which one may look at life..
ANWESA said…
Was it ? I intended it to be humourous.
ANWESA said…
*smiles* Though its more of a fictional post, yeah, I (certainly) feel he was (un)lucky :P
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
thanks girl!!lotsa love :)
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
Baakiyon ka toh pata nahin..but I'm not "grieving" :D

Nice to see you here when its a poem :P
ANWESA said…
thanks a lot !
ANWESA said…
thanks for coming here...
ANWESA said…
thanks!!! i loved the fact that you loved it...
ANWESA said…
@ice maiden,
ANWESA said…
@The West Wind,
Maybe that's why they say,time heals all.
Jogeshwar said…
hmm hmm... neat words.. and i like the way you put them together ..
ANWESA said…
thanks again !! ur comments mean a lot to me.
ye to mein janta hun... road not taken is Di-Caprio
ANWESA said…
There is a poem by Robert Frost too titled "The Road Not Taken".

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only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
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only when from bedroom window
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~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.


Concealed by dark clouds
You keep shining.
Bright streaks of light
Dazzle me.
Enchant me.
And keep me waiting..
Waiting for you.

Amidst Soul-lessness

There is smoke somewhere. 
I cannot seem to figure out where. 
The lights are here, the music is here.
Has it been home here ?
Perhaps. Maybe when it did not rain.
Or maybe when it rained and it did not matter.
Maybe when I walked alone, smiling to myself. 
Or maybe when I realized I was okay.
Had it been always like this ?

Not really. 
Things clicked, took effort and blood. 
Did I do it ? Or the beasts did ? Maybe we both together,
Played this game. 
Amidst soulful solitude, it was love. 
Maybe appreciation.
Another journey, another dry spell. 
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P.S. : Penned at Candies, Bandra on 11th January 2017