I didnot say
niether you asked,
now we are away-
on different paths.
and now i have realised
what I have lost.
I wasn't ready to accept,
that I could love again.
didnot see it apt,
to love someone who saw me through the pain.
Perhaps I was afraid,
of playing the game.
or perhaps of
losing again.
So I buried my love,
under the mountain of morals,
kept telling myself I wasn't sober,
And it's bound to get over,
but it kept growing like corals,
filling the cove,
and came out like a volcano,
but when? - I donot know.
Perhaps it was the day,
when you were suddenly gone,
before I could even say,
'keep in touch through phone'.
Or perhaps was the day,
when I kept believing thee,
even when people warned me,
telling me about your 'past-way'.
It's waste to contemplate,
yet I am doing the same,
instead of trying to reach you,
Which I can very easily do,
And get over this pain.,
But I know I won't,
It is not that I can't,
Its just that I am not ready to bend!
I didnot bend then,
see, now I am broken.
And i have lost you,
Without you even knowing,
that how much I loved you,
But still I havent learned any lesson.
while talking about love, Wilde,
perhaps missed some chord.
That love can also be killed,
Without any words and by being hard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very painful tale...written well