Wednesday, May 2, 2012

MY Life.. My Scar


Can't you see through what I've been,
Life is not how it seem.
Dreams come crashing down...
Tears trickle rolling on.
Its so cruel...
My world being so cruel.

The smiling face lost its charm.
Glowing grace feel so scar...
Reality struck me hard...
Difficult is the path.

Every minute you spent with me,
Warmth you shared with me...
Comfort has been lost,
Love for which we fought.
You were everything to me.
How could you not really see.
We were just driftin apart.. Going so apart.

We could've fitted in,
Managed to settle in.
I looked out everywhere for you...
But you were not by my side.. you were not beside.


Can life be so mean snitch...
Took happiness without flinch.
I screamed out in pain,
Was left alone in rain.
You walked oblivious on the path...
Didn't stop me going so far.

You gave in to fate..
But I still couldn't hate.
You were the world to me.
Life revolved around you see.
Now I've nowhere to seek.
I'm feelin so lost.. Life looks so gross.

Why can't you just hold my hand..
Take me in your arm
and say we would be strong
to face together what comes along.

This is irony of my life..
Have you but not call you mine..
A brief encounter I still crave
memories I will treasure till grave..
Smile on my face not reach my eyes..
Waiting for you on the lonely street.. I still gaze.

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9 comments:

  1. VikramMay 2, 2012 at 3:18 PM

    Wrong Wrong WRONG!!

    These arent scars, wounds which just need time to heal..

    And the twinkle in your eye when you smile is just too good to not see again.. Therefore it is impossible that you will be allowed to stay without a smile for a long time

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  2. roopzMay 2, 2012 at 4:25 PM

    I agree with Vikram completely... Anyway its time to stop waiting in the lonely street and mingle with a crowd who are just waiting to see your smile :)


    Regards
    village girl

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  3. pawan rajuMay 2, 2012 at 11:05 PM

    There is a saying by Charles Peguy,

    "A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts, The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket."

    And you're certainly 'not' the latter one Meenakshi Nautiyal

    the poems awesome. touches a chord somewhere.

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  4. Nidhin JamesAugust 19, 2012 at 11:14 PM

    Good work, silent weeps of a mind with natural emotions in brevity. :)

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  5. MeenzNovember 29, 2012 at 10:46 AM

    thanks for the lovely words nidhin :)

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  6. harshDecember 22, 2012 at 11:51 PM

    loved each word of it. :)

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