a poetic correspondence
ME
my heart doesn't need poems to heal
a poem won't really erase the hurt i feel
all i want are some words earnest and true
and if you could add a hug, then that would be good too
but it is sad you don't realise this my friend
sad that you don't have a few kind words to lend
sad you have nothing to say
sad that you should feel this way
but thats oki'm not mad
just a bit hurt and maybe very sad
i love you still, thats what friends do
and if you need me i'll be here for you
SHE
hey....
you told me you need no poem...
but i think i need one
so just listen to what i have to say..
just this once...
i know you're hurt , i know you're sad
i know its not easy to let go just like that
i'm sorry for what i did
you know i did'nt mean it
its just that , its been so long...
i thought our friendship had grown really strong...(it still is!!!!!!!!!!!!- i hope...)
i'm not upset , i'm not sad
i'm not even close to anything like that
i know i have'nt completely understood you,
but i promise, i will one day,
believe me , 'coz i believe in you...
ME
a poem they say comes from the heart
a poem they they say is truth from the start
a poet you say you are not
but a poem you just wrote, did you not?
a poem so true, it shook me from within
a poem so beautiful , it made music like a violin
a poem i know i didn't ask
but writing one like that should have been one mean task
if what you have to say is going to be filled with so much sincerity
i'll listen to you for not just once but for all eternity
it has been long, our friendship has gone strong
but listen to what i have to say, don't get me wrong
even the oldest and strongest tree faces a storm
young or old they all do, its the norm
even the tree with the deepest roots needs water to survive
water is a neccessity if it needs to live and thrive
but do you the difference between the young and the old tree
if you don't - then hear it from me
the old ones face the strong much better
it may get ruffled but won't give in to the pressure
our friendship darling is like an old tree
it may need water and face storms of the highest degree
but in the end it'll stil stand
in the end it'll emerge strong and
better than ever before
may this strom be a lesson well learnt
may it be into our hearts and mind burnt
may it remind us what a beautiful bond we share
and to let go ever, may we not even dare
4 comments:
WOW nice oneee ...an amazing analogy u've shown. god it beats me how you can subject ur mind to such wonderful out-of-the-world thinkin.
Bravo......take a bow
woah if ritin soulful poetry is the corollary of havin a row wid close buddies ,den hey everybdy, lets bitch n flout each other.
esp if u really lyk de person make sure u use special swear wrds n denunciatory lingo .. only to later make up for it in de form of beautiful, soul-warmin wrds..
k. for starters letz pull each oders hair at school n rite a poem 4 each oder in the eve.
de nxt day ,we bitch slap each oder again only to make up in the eve.
let us incorporate dis in our quotidian routine
excuse me nithya.......bt im usin ur blog as a platform to spread my teachings
hehe nice idea vino *evil smile* *wondering what a bitch slap would look like * lol
nithya that one was AWESOME , but hey i read somewhere that awesome is like the most common word in the world and its been banned in some college in the US , so lemme use something else to describe this poem -
SIMPLY WICKED :)
I'm in tears all over again.. *sob sob*
@vino-I bitch slap you!hahaha!
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