the heart
sometimes
you feel
for no real reason
sometimes
you like
because you feel
sometimes
you love
because you like
sometimes
you hurt
because you love
sometimes
you are angry
because you are hurt
sometimes
you regret
because you were angry
sometimes
you cry
because you regret
sometimes it doesn't matter
that you regretted
that you cried
that you were angry
that you were hurt
that you loved
that you liked
that you felt
since there was
never
no
real
reason
sometimes
you feel
for no real reason
sometimes
you like
because you feel
sometimes
you love
because you like
sometimes
you hurt
because you love
sometimes
you are angry
because you are hurt
sometimes
you regret
because you were angry
sometimes
you cry
because you regret
sometimes it doesn't matter
that you regretted
that you cried
that you were angry
that you were hurt
that you loved
that you liked
that you felt
since there was
never
no
real
reason
4 comments:
Sobbb .
Beautiful and deeply moving.
if you were on Orkut, I would be on your fan-list.
"since there was never no real reason", touched a nerve. It's deep hidden truth that we dont acknowledge ,disguised as poetry
very true ashraf. thanks for your kind comments. your poetry is far better though:)
Ah now thats you trying to do away with a well deserved ompliment.
My poetry is rusty and broken. Your poetry is fresh, filled with the whiff of a new spring's yearning(Phir usi bewafa pe marte hai, Phir wohi zindagi hamaari hai) and it flows along like a stream. Truly unbroken.
I try to learn from you, imitate your style and still cant express in two sentences what you say in three words. That indeed is your wonderful power over words and thoughts.
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