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The One I Still Love.....

Hey how y'all.... 51st post. Been quite a bit since I have posted anything. Hope you enjoy this. Yep, yet another poem to start with.... a sequel to this one :). Leave me your valuable feedback guys.


The One I Still Love……

She is celebrating life may be,
She has moved on, people would say,
My heart will never accede, and it will never be the same for me….
For it was Her. Forever, lost in her love my heart will lay.

Waking up to her ever-ringing sweet voice,
A day would otherwise, never dawn I thought.
I have to move on, I had no choice,
But, to rise every single day to naught.

All the sweet nothings, all the romance,
Still brings a smile on the face.
Makes the heart want another chance,
To hug her, kiss her, to make love to her. Death after, I will happily embrace.

All it needed was some talking to set it right,
To see it through till the final call came.
Someday I will have to come to light,
The brain knows, the heart is to blame……

Every time I think of the heat and chemistry,
I close my eyes and breathe to smell her around me.
Why the magic failed, still remains a mystery,
I could see nothing but love, two souls deeply in love, together - pining to be.

She is the one, who gave me my first kiss,
She is the one, who taught me how it felt to be loved,
She is the one, whom I really miss,
She is the one, whom I’ll love forever….

P.S: Bouquets and Brickbats welcome as always....
P.P.S: Yep, I am back!! :) Back to blogosphere :)
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  1. SoumMarch 10, 2010 at 1:17 PM

    I clearly see that VTV prompted u to pick up that magical pen again.. (Right?).. Very nice poem.. N i love the way ur poetry is evolving (I'm thinking Little White Mouse here).. Beautiful poem.. The 'lover' in me gives 10/10.

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  2. AnjayMarch 10, 2010 at 1:44 PM

    My sensibilities and appreciation of English poetry is weak yet I thoroughly enjoyed it. I felt it was straight from the heart. Whatever be the inspiration, the creation seems to be genuinely original. Truly Awesome!

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  3. Vinay VijayakumarMarch 10, 2010 at 2:12 PM

    @soum: Right..Very right.... Little White Mouse :)) ROFL... danke da....
    @anjay: Thanks a ton da macha.... the inspiration for the poem itself is from the previous one da.... its a sequel... the inspiration to write again... is from VTV da... :)

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  4. DivsMarch 10, 2010 at 6:33 PM

    lol!! ahem ahem. May you see better days. :P

    k.. now seriously.. hmm... very mushy very sad poem. neat work.

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  5. Vinay VijayakumarMarch 10, 2010 at 9:01 PM

    thankyou divsy!! :) :)

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  6. Navin VMarch 11, 2010 at 6:54 AM

    :)

    welcome back sir.. i see there is lot of 'heat and chemistry' at play. hehe.. aiyyo aiyyo..

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  7. Vinay VijayakumarMarch 12, 2010 at 1:28 AM

    @navin: thanks macha :) !! they are alwayz at play arnt they?? :D

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