lovely walks in the arms of beloved wishing the time never say bid adieu.. the romantic walks along the sea , pledging the undying love..... the love got burnt in the fire of jealousy and failed when needed the cross the bridge holding the hands ...... surviving the dark teary nights and controlling the self annihilation moments... bruised by faithlessness and unending pain went to altar.....to promise support till life exist to unknown soul..... standing and holding my hand as my husband few years along became mom to the child... baby brought joy to my life.... holding my baby in my arms.... walking few moments i saw my ex-, painful past haunted me again..... holding my tears i kissed my baby... not to turn my back to see him once again before parting... rohit
nice work man... but somehow i didn;t like it as much as ur otehr work... again its just MA THOUGHT... good job anyway!
thanks.......not good though it is the part of life that we cannot ignore.... life never stops.....once past is dead.... anyways...........thanks for reading....
seems u again into a "poetic mood"! good job! i remember someone saying.. sooner or later everything is funny or/n forgotten..
thanks....well you said may be ryt.........sooner or later..... looking back in our past we can say that for the things/the moment we have gone crazy to achieve at that stage of life .....now seems like foolhardiness of believing how we have done that.....simply impossible to think ..... rytly quoted by you........ any ways.... thanks once again for reading and replying....
crux....the love for which we cross all the limits and cannot achieve the aim of being together till life........ at the time of break up we cry like anything but with time....we settle down in the new life....forgetting the past for which we were crazy.....and move on.... hope i get the crux part to you............
well good poem...surprisngly again written from a female's perpective. u have gone better with ur composition but somehow i feel something is still lacking.....i wonder what
