tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316789690546543292024-03-13T14:18:01.987-07:00Under the cherry treeDesolate_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055253140489526498noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631678969054654329.post-72385485330290832542019-09-01T00:46:00.001-07:002019-09-01T00:46:11.507-07:00Memories<p dir="ltr">I was passing by the park where we had first met, <br>
Memories came like flowing water, <br>
My heart ached and a drop of pain touched my palm, <br>
Those days, Those promises everything became memories not happy ones but the most painful ones I could ever have had, <br>
Life came to a standstill, memories came like an open book which I had long learnt and still remembered it word to word, <br>
I recollected myself and trudged my way home, <br>
Went to the terrace and looked at the sky<br>
It was a dark moonless sky which resembled my life. <br>
I took a smoke few more drops trickled down my cheek, <br>
In that dark night I was alone on my terrace without a ray of light remembering the days when I had a sky full of star<i>s, </i><br>
But today darkness enveloped me..... <br>
Just the faint light of burning tobacco came from the cigarette and then my phone beeped:"<b>Its your anniversary </b>";<br>
A few more drops of tears trickled down and a painful smile came out...... <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I wish she would remember..... <br></p>
<p dir="ltr"> _Subhan<i>kar </i><u><i>J</i></u>ha<br><br><br></p>
Desolate_wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03055253140489526498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-631678969054654329.post-34047818927875425922019-08-23T03:27:00.001-07:002019-08-23T03:27:50.007-07:00Under the cherry tree<p dir="ltr">I have loved u a lot today maybe tomorrow I may not get so much love in return....<br>
I remember those days when both of us were together <br>
Those times spent under the cherry tree ...<br>
The wooden bench still remains there but a few things have changed ....<br>
Today I sit there alone and think of you <br>
Unlike yesterday when both of us used to sit together...<br>
Yesterday we sat because of love<br>
And today I sit there because I am desolated<br>
A few couple pass by and a few drops of tears roll down my cheek<br>
I see them and it reminds me of u <br>
I get up wipe my tears and walk back home ....<br>
Realising that love is sacrifice ..<br>
------Subhankar jha</p>
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