No, we are not together
and nor will ever be.
Yes, we have parted ways
and embraced the left bits of life.
But somehow I know
sitting drunk with a college mate
in a lonely bar
you mentioned my name
and swinged back
in antiquity.
Addressing a female colleague at work
my name reached your mouth
but you swallowed it back
realizing the sin
you were about to commit.
Holding your spouse's hand
at the windy beach
her face looked like mine to you
in the uncooked light
of the twilight
but the adjacent second
brought with it the truth.
A cut-paste option
is not life.
Its a cloth dipped in ink
leaving impressions
all over the silk route.
'Lovers' is not the word for us
but 'strangers' we can never be...
and nor will ever be.
Yes, we have parted ways
and embraced the left bits of life.
But somehow I know
sitting drunk with a college mate
in a lonely bar
you mentioned my name
and swinged back
in antiquity.
Addressing a female colleague at work
my name reached your mouth
but you swallowed it back
realizing the sin
you were about to commit.
Holding your spouse's hand
at the windy beach
her face looked like mine to you
in the uncooked light
of the twilight
but the adjacent second
brought with it the truth.
A cut-paste option
is not life.
Its a cloth dipped in ink
leaving impressions
all over the silk route.
'Lovers' is not the word for us
but 'strangers' we can never be...
4 comments:
Touching and True!!! I simply loved it!
No words to describe it it was awesome!!!!
तुम मुझे यूँ भूला ना पाओगे.........
लाज़वाब।
i too have written a Hindi poem on similar situation named 'खोया हीरा'. The poem portrays the emotion of the guy repenting his mistake of being too late to recognise the love of the girl.
:)
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