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Jul 25, 2008
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LOST IN TIME!
On shore of the ocean
sitting on a rock
i started writing love poems
to recollect my lost love.
I started writing
thinking her
imagining her
and creating her
in my anxious mind.
The thoughts of love
just started flickering once
and disappearing once
playing hide and seek
irritating my poem.
Still concentrating
on my beautiful creation
with a lot of love.
Many days and nights
i worked on her
writing a poem
as beautiful as her
wasting dozens of papers
After coming to a conclusion that
i cant write a poem
more beautiful than her
i rose on my legs
and trying to come out
of my imagination
I saw the time for the first time
after so many days.
Seeing the watch
my imagination became terrified
thoughts everything destroyed
no ideas coming
I AM LOST IN TIME!
What to do now...
thinking so i sat crying on the rock
suddenly i saw a body
in the shade of dying sun
very familiar body language and all
no doubt a women,
a hundred questions
in my brain...
She is my creation
walking across the waves
towards me.
She asked me
Why are you in my imagination?
sitting on a rock
i started writing love poems
to recollect my lost love.
I started writing
thinking her
imagining her
and creating her
in my anxious mind.
The thoughts of love
just started flickering once
and disappearing once
playing hide and seek
irritating my poem.
Still concentrating
on my beautiful creation
with a lot of love.
Many days and nights
i worked on her
writing a poem
as beautiful as her
wasting dozens of papers
After coming to a conclusion that
i cant write a poem
more beautiful than her
i rose on my legs
and trying to come out
of my imagination
I saw the time for the first time
after so many days.
Seeing the watch
my imagination became terrified
thoughts everything destroyed
no ideas coming
I AM LOST IN TIME!
What to do now...
thinking so i sat crying on the rock
suddenly i saw a body
in the shade of dying sun
very familiar body language and all
no doubt a women,
a hundred questions
in my brain...
She is my creation
walking across the waves
towards me.
She asked me
Why are you in my imagination?
— rohith, Jul 25, 2008
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Naoemi
17 years 12 months ago
seems that you are really
Darya
17 years 12 months ago
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easylife_2
17 years 12 months ago
Nice job done
poewriter58
17 years 12 months ago
may I
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