The Lost Fragrance

While walking down the memory lane,
I gathered the sweetest time insane,
When we lost our hearts and planned to gain,
The joys and laughter in the showering rain.
With hands in hands, we walked together,
Came running to meet we could whenever,
Didn’t feel the heat, didn’t see the weather,
Life was so fine when we had each other.

When a happy life we began to read,
Distance started sowing its seed,
Feeling helpless to its cry in greed,
We now had different roads to lead.
The undying love changed its attire,
The staring eyes lost its desire,
The promising lips ceased to admire,
The sweet little story, turned to a satire.

Now we are left with a heart to mend,
Less things to agree than to defend,
Be true to me and answer as a friend
Will we ever see that perfect blend?

Happiness,
Kally

Comments

Unknown said…
wonderfull poem kal,
Frankly speaking your poem took me to that wonderfull moments which i spent with someone i will never forget.Yes ,there is nothing in our hand.It happened with some people that they have to leave someone for whome they can leave the rest of the world.

Good keep it up......
March 27, 2007 at 11:16 AM
Uncertain Mind said…
hi..m a new reader of ur blogs...
i'm just astounded by ur adeptness in lyric writing..gr8 going...i ll b a continuous follower of ur blogs from now onwards..thanks..:)
September 13, 2009 at 8:41 AM
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