Tuesday, August 16, 2011

just another love story...

The pretty face you see, 
and the hand that you hold.
there is more to me, 
than what you behold.
I love with more than a kiss,
and I adore with my gaze,
there is more sorrow within me,
then what spills over as pain.
I can be in your arms, 
and my heart could still be empty,
I can worship you forever, 
and still be a stranger for eternity.
My love is not to be displayed, 
not for the worldly to understand,
but when you needed me my love, 
I would have held your hand.
No words would have been enough, 
no lies i would not tell.
No stone i would have left unturned,
no test i would have failed. 
Don't judge me on my dark days, 
I am human too, 
wishing someone loved me,
the way I have loved you.
But the world doesnt know me, 
and you have forsaken me too.
I will pick up the pieces of my broken heart,
and march on like i do.
And i wont cry
Not again this time
Cause my eyes have gone dry
from the pain i keep inside.
I may not dream of rainbows again, 
and fairytales may not thrill me no more.
but a smile shall always greet you 
when you cross my way tomorrow. 
and if i do not break ,
it does not mean i did not love, 
I loved you more than I could ever say,
I loved you more than you would ever know.


1 comment:

  1. hmm..looks like you are having an interesting India stay.. very nice poem!

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