Friday, November 24, 2006

The Remains

(Iti Kupa Kupa)

It's true,
that I don't
love you
anymore.
It's a fact
that the past
has left me
and I've killed
myself
to live this life
without you.

It's a pity,
that I can't forget
the way you held
my finger in
you hand.
Regretful,
that I expect
the same words,
the same moments,
the same adventures,
from love again.

Your night
has flown
into
my day,
and as
I wake up,
the new morning
holds new dreams
for me.
But the darkness
of your stars
Lingers
as reminders,
in the shadows
created
by today's
brightness.

4 comments:

sophie said...

You amaze me as a poet -
you are like a shooting star
of emotion.
Blazing forward, heart trailing
behind you.

Ethereal.

Madhuri Shinde said...

I agree with sophie...and I agree for few more reasons...may u be always happy.

Oreen said...

when was your birthday?
no comment on the poem because i always like yours . . .

dharmabum said...

i've never been able to appreciate poetry, but could identify a lot with this particular one...