Saturday, June 2, 2012

Come back soon...


I miss you whenever I go to the same ice cream store, 
the same cone, the same flavour, but it does not taste the same any more...

The flowers in the potted plant do not smile now,
they also miss you, I feel somehow...

The new gown I bought, I don't want to wear,
you only see me, who else does care...

The lakeside looks colourless and non living
the bushes look pale and birds don't sing...

I don't see myself in the mirror, I see a wrinkle,
the glow is gone, eyes bereft the twinkle...

The roses you had given me, are dead and  dry,
the thorns are there, that make me cry...

When you come back, everything will be fine,
I will be beautiful again, there will be sunshine...





3 comments:

  1. touched me...must have touched 'the one' as well...

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  2. Don't want to use words to appreciate such a beautiful piece as they won't do justice to it... ok ok...

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