Topic started by Amresh Vashisht (@ 202.140.155.58) on Sun Sep 1 23:43:23 .
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GODDESS OF REBIRTH


There was a voice at the back of my head
Something that I thought was dead
But, that something started whispering
Things that made me start remembering.

It was eighteen years since I first met you
And that love I first felt was deep and true
But then how large the measurement that my heart can store
A simple telephone call ended the time to ignore.

I thought love was a fairy tale
And just like fairy tales that once upon a time’s a beginning
You were my princess and I was your prince
And now no matter how long the last seventeen years were,

But, now I am confused how I made it clear
That your life’s not my business, I was wrong, and an error begins
And although you started to grow apart from me
I was looking for you with a hope at the skies and on the earth too.

I thought I know what love really means
I thought loves a magic, and can make miracles true
A miracle happen when you told how close was I to your thoughts
And most of all I thought that love is when you say I Love You

I don’t remember had I ever said I love you
I don’t remember had you ever spoken you love me
But, love I realized was there unspoken but alive
It has won the marathon and can never be debated now

Now it’s again in the air
Lapsed, hanging, illogical and unanswerable
It was a lost love but not the last love
True love doesn't have a happy ending: true love never have an ending

But, there’s just one theory of love in my head
And maybe only the dead prove it
Love is not the first time I saw you
Nor the feeling when you said you never forget me

It’s not the nights when I can’t sleep
And see your face in a dream so deep
Love is not the marriage vows
Or can’t it be proven with a family in a house

Love is not a burning flame
And when it’s old it do remember your name
I would not try to explain what love really is
Just to have someone to seal it with a high heart beet

If you want to know what love really is
That is when your life ends, but you can still feel that heart beet.

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Responses:

• From: Kanthavelu Nadarasan (@ edtntnt2-port-62.dial.telus.net) on: Mon Sep 2 22:20:25
  
  Mr. Vashisht,
  That was a very beautiful poem.
  
  
• From: m (@ casper.city.unisa.edu.au) on: Tue Sep 3 02:36:17
  
  It's a very beautiful poem.
  All the best to you :-)
  
  
• From: Shakthi (@ bangdp-34-109.mantraonline.com) on: Tue Sep 3 13:48:19
  
  "But, now I am confused how I made it clear
  That your life’s not my business, I was wrong, and an error begins
  And although you started to grow apart from me
  I was looking for you with a hope at the skies and on the earth too. "<<<<<<<
  
  Oh yeah i know the feeling!
  and u painted it well with ur poem.
  
  So what is love??
  "That is when your life ends, but you can still feel that heart beet. "<<<<
  
  Is that all?
  
  NO
  
  Love is everthing.
  Not necessarily in living after death!
  
  love is pining
  remembering the name
  sleepless nights
  remembering the talks
  
  AND
  
  love is living.....long after death.
  
  Amresh vashist,
  
  An excellent poem with brimming emotions,
  seasoned with poetic verses.
  
  I am looking forward for many more poems from u.
  
  regards,
  Shakthi
  
  
• From: amresh Vashisht (@ ) on: Mon Dec 15 07:41:47
  
  For More poems Pick by author name Amresh Vashisht at http://www.poetsindia.com
  
  
  

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