Posted:
I sat about my dinning table,
Waiting for my dinner..
My mom came and smiled at me,
Served me, what all I need..
As the clock strikes 8,
I feel the absence of a hate..
That changed into mighty love,
And, took me, to another world!
As I felt the breeze pass by me,
I close my eyes to hear an inaudible chant of love
At the back I could hear it...beautiful Rabba Vey..
I smiled, as the memories rode back..
But cried, 'coz memories don't come back..
That's why it is known as memories..
As the clock strikes 8,
I watch the blank screen of my TV..
Probably watching the old memories..
Ruined memories..
Watching my IPK...reviving its good old days!
Many asked me to move on. I too tried to move on. Pacifying my heart with new love stories...thinking I have changed my views about love stories. I sat that evening with my mom. I watched..I judged...I concluded..
Even though IPK had bloopers,
Even though, it had recycled covers,
Even though, it didn't have any lavish background,
Even though, it was just a mere love hate story..
It was best! And will best forever! Residing in the core of my heart...making me smile and cherish those beautiful moments, that I spent with IPK.
I look out for every cast member, thinking they'll be back...and finally finding the lost Balwant Kaur!
As the clock strikes 8,
I wait, for my TV to open magically,
And, give me back my lost cast,
My lost moments,
My lost ArShi magic!
My lost IPK!
No offence to any other show. I know I am bad at writing poem. But, this had to be out of my heart...this had to be written. Because, it hurts!
Feel free to criticize.
Love,
Gazal
Bas chal diye...bina kuch kahe, bina kuch sune...yaadon ki taar mein Judte chle gaye..
Miss you...A LOT!
Harry Potter
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
Shiv Shakti
