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Hello everyone š
It's been a very very long time since I've written a fiction in this forum.
All my works were left unfinished and the threads got closed down.š
Now just wanted to try my hand at poetry š.
Yes, this is my very first poem ( err.. I hope it falls into that category...started it thinking of it being a poem, don't know how it got shaped up š
This poem is about Jr.Madhubala's present mental condition ( dunno how it got shaped up)
Please give ur valuable feed back.
Bouquets and brickbats all are welcome .š
Though I'm very sleepy, I typed this as the thought is bugging my mind .
Typing through mobile, if any typing errors, grammatical errors, spelling mistakes or newly invented words are there please do inform me.
Please do comment.
Who's at fault?
As I look at me in the mirror,
I see a different person totally unknown.
The smile that used to be accommodating my eyes, was totally gone,
replacing them by a look forlorn.
I saw him approaching me.
It is the same him and it is the same me.
Or aren't we?
And is there any 'we'?
Those were the eyes I fell in love with.
But the innocent feel in there became intimidant.
Is he the same 'He'?
These were the lips that on seeing him smiled bright.
Now why are these trembling with fright at his simple sight?
Is it the same 'Me'?
The heart which used to miss a beat, with an unknown bliss when he's around,
Is now skipping a beat with nervousness, when his footsteps are heard.
Who's at fault?
Is it he who cheated me ?
Or is it me who allowed myself to get cheated?
Then where is 'He', whom I wanted to store in my heart?
And who is he, who made me a slave of his Fort?
It's the time that's taken 'him' away from me and put him in front.
And it is the same time that's going to answer my future, my life and this hunt.
Will I get back my 'him'?
Or will I lose myself to him?
It's been a very very long time since I've written a fiction in this forum.
All my works were left unfinished and the threads got closed down.š
Now just wanted to try my hand at poetry š.
Yes, this is my very first poem ( err.. I hope it falls into that category...started it thinking of it being a poem, don't know how it got shaped up š
This poem is about Jr.Madhubala's present mental condition ( dunno how it got shaped up)
Please give ur valuable feed back.
Bouquets and brickbats all are welcome .š
Though I'm very sleepy, I typed this as the thought is bugging my mind .
Typing through mobile, if any typing errors, grammatical errors, spelling mistakes or newly invented words are there please do inform me.
Please do comment.
As I look at me in the mirror,
I see a different person totally unknown.
The smile that used to be accommodating my eyes, was totally gone,
replacing them by a look forlorn.
I saw him approaching me.
It is the same him and it is the same me.
Or aren't we?
And is there any 'we'?
Those were the eyes I fell in love with.
But the innocent feel in there became intimidant.
Is he the same 'He'?
These were the lips that on seeing him smiled bright.
Now why are these trembling with fright at his simple sight?
Is it the same 'Me'?
The heart which used to miss a beat, with an unknown bliss when he's around,
Is now skipping a beat with nervousness, when his footsteps are heard.
Who's at fault?
Is it he who cheated me ?
Or is it me who allowed myself to get cheated?
Then where is 'He', whom I wanted to store in my heart?
And who is he, who made me a slave of his Fort?
It's the time that's taken 'him' away from me and put him in front.
And it is the same time that's going to answer my future, my life and this hunt.
Will I get back my 'him'?
Or will I lose myself to him?
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