some things never die...
like these mountains,
this green,
like beauty, ethereal and unscathed,
like da moon,
like tears,
like love...
yeah, u can't kill love...lest u die...
even if u die,
da marks of love remain
on the leaves of your diary,
where you confessed your love...
a thousand unposted letters,
of anger,
of the dreams you knit-
every moment you were in love,
and of your love...
all that lives on
after love dies?
empty nights,
silence,
a bit of remorse,
unsaid words,
a heart that bleeds, every now and then...
u can't kill love...love doesn't die...
1 comment:
death n lov r synonymous 2 sm n contrary 2 sm ,itz just ya perception which is a variegated entity...wel i personallie feel ur lov 4 sm1 who doesnt pay heed 2 is more powerful 'en da usual common trite of havin a bf-gf thingie goin nowadays....its lik a limbo....
lov is da very essence of lyf which entails ya wid happiness da moment its blossomin but da moment it starts to bonker , it hurts , it cuts lyk knife .... u nevr realise wen ur pith has been hollowed n u find ya self in nadir.......sooraz patra
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