One of the best conversation is one which flows without effort – towards new horizons and ideas .. And i have such poetic banter with Preeti often. This is our latest and one of the best talks in recent times -
strangers now : wondering who : you to me : me to you : we to us #gogyohka
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strangers we were : how we met : fell in love : fell apart too soon : and strangers we are again
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stranger we are not though, to feelings that rust my heart, to ideas polluting the mind, a soul sold to cupid
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cupid is not to blame: he’s the excuse we find: he’s not the one who made me love you: blame me and only me
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love is a game, we fell in trap, we could not entertain much, an hence we part #poetry
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don’t call my love a game, don’t call it a trap, its not some entertainment it was how I felt, don’t part away just now..
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i played , i made the traps, only to be lost, in the maze you set, true or not, love hurt us both
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no words to refuse you , none to refuse myself from the hurt, you do not deserve me, no words to tell how less i did
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you lose me here dear l for love is what i never will know ; it eludes me as much as i seek ; so now i just let it be
Submitted to Z to A challenge – C
And now an announcement of a challenge : Months of a year challenge
simple and lovely !!
well done…
hope to see you at potluck poetry tonight…
Happy Monday.
old poems, poems unrelated to our theme are all welcome.
Cheers.