Free wind, oh! Balmy wind
Drift away from my life
I have had enough of you
But still you couldn’t free me
From the memories of lost love
I don’t know, where you are now
I don’t know, in which condition
I don’t know, in whose arms
But whenever I close my eyes,
To decamp from life’s strife
I see your reflection
In the shadow of the fire
Burning inside my heart
And the more I try to forget you
The more vigorously burns
The fire inside my heart
And dismantles completely
The spirit of my desolate soul
For the loneliness is killing me
And I am lost within my own confines
All I want to do is cry, cry and cry
But without you, I am so poor
That even my tears have deserted me
For you have desiccated completely
The water of my life, with the ravenous
Sponge Of your despicable love, but
Still I complain you less but my fate more
Because tragedy is hereditary, we get it from love.
Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2003
Deeply felt. Love can be so painful at times.
~Jackie~
Oh my god, Bhuwan, you totally took me by suprise with that last line, even thought that's the title, dohh... Jeez, I was getting into yours/the authors words and feelings, emoting and thanking god that wasn't me when you hit me upside the heart with that one! Brilliant and emotion-sharing to the nth degree! :)
Beautiful and so very sad, how very true Bhuwan,
Because tragedy is hereditary, we get it from love.
excellent,
Reindeer
Reviewed by nevine Al Seidi (Reader)
Reviewed on August 19, 2003
This is excellent Bhuwan! It is different from your past work. It seems your growing bigger - one good thing about a lost love!
Nevine
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on August 19, 2003
Exquisite indeed Bhuwan...
' The more vigorously burns
The fire inside my heart '
You have depicted perfectly the state of the soul which knows not the reason why,when, where...
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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~Jackie~
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In Spirit,
Bear
Because tragedy is hereditary, we get it from love.
excellent,
Reindeer
Nevine
' The more vigorously burns
The fire inside my heart '
You have depicted perfectly the state of the soul which knows not the reason why,when, where...
Vesna
*Marlene*
how did you know tha???
been reading my poems huh??
Most beautifully done Bhuwan!!
Love Tinka
Tony