Faded are your thoughts
That once filled your presence in my life.
Faded are your memories
That were once the spark of my life.
Faded are your presence
That once filled your fragrance in my life.
Faded are your voice
That once I longed to hear your song with chord less voice.
Faded are your words
That once were filled with trust and love.
Faded are your footsteps
That once I longed to hear.
Faded are your footprints,
Which I longed to keep my steps on your footprints made on sand.
But today shores washed them away.
As if they have been washed away from my memories too.
Today no longer I hear your footsteps,
Everything seems to be far away
Am I far away from you?
Is it my thoughts far away from you?
Time and fate changed their ways.
It seems....
Life too will become faded.
I am not sure memories may perish or not,
I am sure to perish,
Once the fate is decided!
Everything I had kept in my beautiful memories
Those memories were shattered into pieces for which I was once proud of.
I regretted when I came to know the fact that
I always remained faded in your memories.
I was always faded in your memories! ! !
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014
Such beautiful poem. Loved reading it. The last lines touch the heart. Thank you for sharing.
Enjoyed your lovely poem.Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my poem.
Life is but a passing touch, leaving footprints on the beaches of the earth and the next flowing wave will wash away all the marks is what this poem is.............Geetha...........very well composed
Very lovely theme. I think nothing is faded, but expectations. Nice poem to read
Such a sentimental poem, so emotionally the poetess opens her heart that the reader also becomes emotional. A touching poem.
How quickly footsteps can be buried and new ones need to be formed. Beautiful words.thanks you
A sense of sadness creeps in when we are nostalgic with a sense of loss. I hope all the faded memories are resurrected with the sweep of the brush. Loved the poem.
memories do linger, remnants of the past, bitter sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I always remained faded in your memories What a revelation? Shattered belief is hard to face. Nicely delivered in the poem. Thank you.