V F Poems

how cruel is our fate
how heartless is our destiny
one soul torn asunder
existing in two heaps of dust
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Why do you have to stumble
before you learn to walk
why does a heart have to break
thousands of times
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footprints..

on the dry hot burning sands of time
one before the other
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always have i admired
brilliant red n orange blooms
of the stately gulmohur
out in their ostentatious display
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Why is it that I never find fulfillment in love?
Am I afraid of commitment?
Afraid to love the 'right' kind of person?
Why do i knowingly cause myself so much pain?
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from centuries and ages
and past lifetimes..
I'v drowned deep in your eyes.
you'v bewitched me
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Why do we need someone
To love, to care to be there?
When each one is born alone
And has to die alone…..
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(Am working on the English translation for this hindi poem)

Kabu nahin hai dil pe mere
Hardum saath tumhara chahe
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We never knew of each others existence
You were you.. living your life
I was me …. dying my death
Until the vast switchboard up in the universe
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