Whenever I turn back and look,
You appear a bit of a stranger
A bit of a stranger I too.
We no longer stand where we stood once,
Neither is there a chance we will be together,
Nor is there any angst or remorse,
Yet you appear unhappy.
You were a spent moment in a spent relationship,
Tonight as the moon plays his melancholic tune,
A mere memory remains of the last time we walked,
Yet you seem to have lost your way.
V.V.Vikram
4 comments:
Loved, Loved, Loved this one :)
You must write more often vikki ...you have followers at this part of the world :) ..!!
I like reading your blog and this one here is a beautiful post ..!!
thanks sowji :)
Vikram,
Read REMORSE,the language is horrifying, from the gutters if I may say.Conservative old Dad u may say,but to me it only conveys poverty in use of appropriate words/ language.Dont crucify the art u will end up being on the Cross.
Dad.
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