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Location: New Delhi, New Delhi, India

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Who are you

I was happy
in my own sweet world
when you knocked at my door,
you wanted my friendship,
I refused, you insisted
And I wondered
Who are you?


Then came a day, I realised
It was you, who made me smile
when I was in tears ~
It was you, who made me cry
When I was all smiles~
And I wondered
Who are you ?


You said I'm soft,
you said I'm sweet~
you praised me high,
you made me fly~
And I wondered
Who are you?


You showed me the path,
to reach for the moon,
if not the stars.
You promised you will be there
through the thorny bed of life
whenever I needed you.
And I wondered
Who are you?


Then came a day,
you said me rough
you said me harsh~
you praised me low
you wanted to break the bonds~
bonds of faith,
bonds of friendship
And still I wondered
Who are you?

2 Comments:

Blogger Soumyadip said...

Poetry is the lyric of the soul.
Meanings oft incomprehensible,
Else misinterpreted.
Pain is more poetic than pleasure.
We emotionally challenged,
Derive pleasure from poetry soused in agony.

11:56 PM  
Blogger aklanta said...

It's really amazing...I don't think there can be a better way of putting down the feelings in black and white...

1:57 AM  

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