The mortal love

Talk of love gives pain
Takes us back to the days
When we seldom said a word
Yet understood all
It didn’t have to be spring
For flowers to bloom
Silently we would create
Music in the air
But dreams are mortal
They die slowly or suddenly
We are together but lonely today
Struggling under bundles of memories
Our desires itch to rip thru
This synthetic calm
We try to rephrase our feelings
Until it starts to make sense
Timidly, gingerly
Together we recall the gift of love
That used to follow us everywhere
We talk about the love that was
As the time to part arrives
I touch her arm and say quietly
You must listen to the breeze
On starlit nights when I’m gone

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By Randeep Wadehra

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 Beautiful! Came to the site after a long time.

Bhawani Cheerath-Rajagopalan | May 6, 2011

 It touched my heart,,!!

Dr.Mohan | February 14, 2011

 Not only Talk of love gives pain but it is a fake reality too, It is a big myth, but we take it as a Big Reality....

Bakhshinder | February 14, 2011

 wow sir, marvellous.

Sangeet Sharma | September 15, 2010

 Beautiful, Wadhera! For most of us, dreams die slowly, for some, they die suddenly, for a few, dreams turn into reality. But all of us live with the hope that OUR dreams will come true. Pl keep writing.

Santanu Sinha Chaudhuri | August 30, 2010