MISS YOU! Life is not the same anymore Months pass into years But my yearning for you never cease Miss you…..a lot Day begins with a gloom As I go about my chores without any glee Wish you were there by my side Miss you… a lot The times we spent holding our hands; Hugging & kissing each other Bringing in an exciting thrill Miss you… a lot Time stood still When our eyes met And words spoken were none Miss you…a lot As tears engulf my eyes Dampening the pillow Eyes refusing to meet Miss you… a lot Mornings fade, giving way to torturing nights Missing your warmth and The heady perfume next to me Miss you …. A lot As I listlessly roam about in my old worn out dress; hair unkempt, Eyes swollen, face devoid of any makeup Miss you….a lot Where are you my dear, what made you forget me These questions tormenting me and Bringing in fresh bout of hot tears Miss you….a lot Life is not the same without you My soul has lost all its color And the zeal to live Miss you….my Dear Miss you… my Friend Miss you… my Love
Dear Lalitha ji, Excellent!!! Lines are so magical and it conveys the feel of missing someone so dear... I'm carried away by the lines...I can relate those lines to the near ones whom i'm missing them very much.... Great!! You have started to rock with your verses....:thumbsup Waiting to see more from you!! All the best!!
Dear Prana, Thanks a lot for being the first to comment... and another big thanks for all the appreciation...
Dear Malar ji, Ohhh thanks a lot dear.. I was not sure of these verses at all. I feel so happy to have evoked similar feelings in you. Thanks once again dear...it means a lot to me.
Dear Lalitha, I can almost see you transformed into a poetess. I first thought that you are going to introduce something else as your love. The fact you didn't do that lends some weight to the poem. You have done it, my friend. Now start writing more and more. We are all waiting. Do you know that seeing your poetry I was inspired to add a few lines in my next episode of The Lovers Park. Be a good girl and a gifted poetess and tell me on Thursday whether my poem is good. love, sridhar