A Confession


(HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABHI !!)
“What is it that you find in her?”
The question startled the lover…
A moment of pensive silence
And he replies in a daze,
“She is what I want and what
I myself am not; she is the
Breeze when I’m the kite and
She is the bird when I’m the branch;
You may cut down a tree but
There are roots deep down.

And when her tears wet her face,
It’s my heart that’s torn apart…
My heart is perched on a high cliff,
It maybe wounded any day
Though I can’t tell her all this
She’s too precious to be lost…”
Let it be how fate wills ,but
Love always makes it’s own way…

7 Comments

  1. " And when her tears wet her face,It's my heart that's torn apart…"That guy is stupid, too sensitive and idiotic, to have these kind of feelings for a girl. Well, I guess its this kind of a guy (the character in your poem) that you people look for when you love. That could be one reason why love is equally stupid. I-cant-live-without-you and I-will-do-anything-for-you looks good in poems and literature and movies, but imagine what a pain in the ass it will be if you really have a relationship like that. well.. I did not like the theme. Ya, we are poles apart in terms of attitude – 😛 but yes, you did write it well. 😀

  2. good one….And when her tears wet her face,It's my heart that's torn apart…eventhough it could be a cliche'it cherish this poem…i liked it very much….

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