Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Longings
Filled with thoughts of you
Closed eyes dreaming you
Do you ever think of me?
Do you want to wait for me?
Does it matter I am afar?
So are the sun, moon and stars
Hurts so very deep I know
But I cannot seem to let go.
All that I want right now
To be with you, tell me how
Wishing for us to be together
Intense feelings lasting forever
Wrote this for a writing exercise but have not not posted it. Should I? It does not fare as a great love song though!
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4 comments:
Gautami,
I guess a mind game is going on within - your poems echos your thoughts.
Writing is catharsis!
Heard the same thing about writing our own 'obituary' as well :-)
M.
Oh,it seems I am getting repetitive!! Must think of smething new! Like, I am just plain crazy.......:)
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