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Monday, August 25, 2008

Although I am not much of a poet i do like writing and reading poems.When I started blogging,my first post ever was a poem.So instead of leaving this blog to die with no posts on it....i thought of getting my blog started with a poem too.Here's a blast from the past;)...i.e. one of the first poems on my first blog 'the seventh world' And of all the poems that i've written,this one still remains close to my heart....

A night of broken dreams and the morning after...


She thought she’d hug him,
When she meets him…
She’d cry in his arms
And never leave him.

She'd whisper in his ears..
tell him that she missed him.
and he'd whisper back to tell
that he felt the same.

He'd strum the guitar
and play her favorite song..
she'd hum to the tune..
and swing along.


There wouldn't be lights.
only the moon would glow..
there won't be anyone around
except their own shadow.


They'd then walk alone
on an empty street..
silence alone would be talking
leaves kissing their bare feet.


But little did she know
there was a twist in the tale..
that she"d go terribly wrong..
that her plan would fail.

In the midst of nowhere
she was standing all alone;
facing the reality
where she was forlorn.

Someone had smashed
her rose tinted glasses..
the ground beneath her feet slipped..
her world reduced to ashes.


She took a while
to pick up the pieces..
'coz it was ages since
in a desert , she found an oasis.


It was a night of a broken dream
that left a taste so bitter.
But the night she knew would pass.....
she feared..... the morning after.

Posted by pj at 7:19 AM  

20 rhymes:

AG said...

niceee words :D

August 28, 2008 at 8:38 AM  
pj said...

@aditi
Thank you!!!:D:D:D

August 28, 2008 at 10:47 PM  
Sach1 said...

woh ho!
ab temme can I blogroll this blog too or you'll continue with freefalling only??
btw I changed my url:

http://sachi-stayingalive.blogspot.com/

August 29, 2008 at 3:30 AM  
peter said...

girl's agony !!
I cud see tht it was a nice attempt and a clear attempt at the same time..
gud wrk

August 29, 2008 at 12:55 PM  
pj said...

@sachi!
yea free falling is wher i blog quite often....wont be blogin here much

@peter
thank you very much!

August 30, 2008 at 5:53 AM  
Anonymous said...

HELLO PJ !

September 5, 2008 at 1:07 PM  
RiĆ  said...

wow tht was a very romantic poem. :)

September 8, 2008 at 2:22 AM  
pj said...
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September 8, 2008 at 6:02 AM  
pj said...

the paratrooper
HELLO SAMBY!!:D:)
kaisa hai yaar?

@ria
thanx ria:)

September 8, 2008 at 6:04 AM  
Trinaa said...

awesome...had been trying to write something like that for the past week but couldnt find right words :( ..brilliant job there gal!!

ps:blogrolling u too :)

September 10, 2008 at 6:11 AM  
pj said...

trinaa
thanx trinaa...this is one of my favorite poems.

thnx fr the blogroll:)

September 10, 2008 at 8:13 AM  
Wandering Minstrel said...

Someone had smashed
her rose tinted glasses..
the ground beneath her feet slipped..
her world reduced to ashes.

nice! :)

guess there's a poet in each one of us!

September 10, 2008 at 8:20 AM  
travel30 said...

luvly words...


New Post :
I don’t want to love you… but I do....

September 10, 2008 at 9:10 PM  
pj said...

swati
rohit

thank you!:)
cheers!

September 10, 2008 at 10:08 PM  
Chaioholic said...

Hey awesome dear.Why don u write some more. I wud love to come by....

September 11, 2008 at 5:28 AM  
Preim bhane Love said...

They'd then walk alone
on an empty street..
silence alone would be talking
leaves kissing their bare feet.

applause... for the thoughtfulness

She took a while
to pick up the pieces..
'coz it was ages since
in a desert , she found an oasis.

This one for the eloquence.. beautiful poem lady. good rhyming.
write more...good luck :)

September 12, 2008 at 6:59 AM  
pj said...

chaggoholic
red eyes
prem

thanks guys!...will write more, for sure:)
thanks for stopping by:D

cheers!

September 13, 2008 at 2:47 AM  
Priya Joyce said...

romantiikkk wow gr8 simply loveed the way u put it and also loved those subtle words which inc the beauty of the piece. wow!

bte i too am a pj ha ha lolz

September 18, 2008 at 6:24 PM  
pj said...

thanks pj:):P:D

September 19, 2008 at 9:40 AM  
Harsh Salot... said...

its nice infact great,myself harsh,m a poet,i hope u would like my blog if u visit once thanking you...

September 20, 2008 at 5:24 AM  

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