This is just random lines that I thought of.. Hope it makes sense to all..
Why does somethings never change..
How much ever you try..
It still remains..
You try your best..
To ignore.. to defy..
But at the end.. It still comes out.. for one to remind.. what this is all about..
Here you are again..
Back in my memory..
Why are you still here??
Invading my soul..
How the mind wanders.. to different alleys..
and it retrieves a memory to haunt my soul..
Of days of long past gone.. of things that did not last..
But Alas ,
The damage is done..
Memories can not be undone.....
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wonderful words...
read this somewhere...if my memory doesn't fail me it must be most probably at lena's...
love is giving someone the power to destroy you...but trusting them not to...
:)
I don know what to say!!!
I couldn't relate to anything...so dumb I am..enjoyed just the last line 'memories cannot be undone' ...maybe I'll come back again and read afresh..
hmmmm, why do I think I know what you're talking about? :)
Let me tell you one thing, whatever said and done and the numerous console stuff I hear nothing takes off the bloody f*****g pain. Sorry, din mean to pollute the comments column.
humbl devil..
thank u..
which is the article that u r mentioning in lena's
and yes i do agree
love is giving someone the power to destroy you...but trusting them not to...
Rajesh..
am happy for you that u can't relate to it..:) i hope u dont get a chance ever to come back and read it and make sense out of it..
its not very pleasant thing reallyy
still thinking..
:) i think u just might..
sometimes.. all it needs is just the thought.. and everything comes gushing back to you.. even when you have done so much not to think about .. and forget it.. it still does..
@Ani
Please post things that are pleasing to everybody..or atleast to mee :) :)
Camus once wrote"the greatest power is the power to forget"
For a writer, memories ( all types,even if you want to brand them in to good and bad)are precious..
But the relation we should have with them should be the same we have with non-living 'things'
Don't be scared of memories..
Don't be afraid even if they makes you cry
But don't forget to have an eye on them when they are "in"..
After the party have the guts to tell them that you played the gentle host for sometime and they should also understant that there are always visiting hours after which they should have to leave the place..
nice post...
wishes
MIP
wow! that was so thoughtful ani..
& i loved the last two lines..i can relate to this feeling so well.. :)
beautiful lines... unfortunately.. or maybe its good.. memories will always be with us.. helping us to move on and to go through, making us stronger..
well i guess humbl devil referred to this post of mine where i used this thought "love is giving someone the power to destroy you...but trusting them not to..."
here is the link http://it-is-all-my-world.blogspot.com/2008/08/princess-diaries.html
though of course the subject of your post is a different one :)
suhani
hehe am sure u can.. thank u
humbl devil..
heh thats ok.. i asked u because i didnt find it there.. oh well let me know if u do..
lena ,
yes humbl devil had refered me to you.. will surely come along again and leave my comments coz i dont remember if i did.. did read few and u have captured the emotions so well.. its lovely..
thank u for checking out my blog :) hope u do keep coming back for more..
MIP
that is so true.. if ppl can forget things.. there isnothing like it.. u can always end up building up new memories and thoughts.. but the problem is how do u forget the old ones.. sometimes one gets luckyy.. sometimes no..
thank u
rajesh..
i will surely write something pleasing soon.. :)
I guess once we give ur heart to someone, it remains so til we die. Sadly.
*HUGZ*
Keshi.
woops, seems like i missed it there...
:D
it's there in princess diaries alryt!!!
:)
I really liked the last line, it captured the essence of the poem. Though i would say that these lines, would be best as the first para
"How the mind wanders.. to different alleys..
and it retrieves a memory to haunt my soul..
Of days of long past gone.. of things that did not last.. "
It gives it a haunting start
Hi,
If you are writing poems for the first time, this one should pass over as a genuine expressive poem. Kudos !!
About the emotions expressed here , you have stated the reasons yourself as in why the things we try to ignore do not go out, they come again to haunt. Have read somewhere that instead of avoiding such thoughts you face it, accept the fact and then release it. Coz the more one tries to ignore something,the more it will haunt you, because in the process of trying to ignore you are unintentionally embracing the thought itself... ;) Makes sense, huh ??
Happy Writing Forever !!
Prashant
*+
ani..
take a break
cool your mind..
see my "DEMOCRAZY"
MIP
@ani: Good poem, but why such words? What were you thinking when you wrote this?
I hope life's good!
keshi..
yeh i guess it does..
lets say am trying to figure it out..
humbl devil..
is there a link that i could check it up :)
Anu...
thank u..
i didnt think through it much.. or yes i might have done what u suggested.. its sounds so much better n yess very hauntingg.. well am still a baby in writing poems.. so will try again later.. :)
Prashant
yes its my second poem.. or attempt in that.. thank u for visting..
hope the blog interested u to keep coming back for more :)
MIP..
will do just that after leaving the replies for all the comments.
maxmayur..
hehe i dont know what i was thinking.. just had to write.. or rather felt the need to express my random thoughts.. and thats what i did..
life does seem to be good :)
Good one dear and geret to read you and meet you
sapna
thank u.. and welcome to my blog..
hope u do keep coming back.. :)
lena has given the lnk na...chk it up...
nevertheless, here's the link again...
clik
:)
Beautifull dear:-)
ofcorse tey make a lot of sense!!!:-)
humbl devil...
oh thats cool then.. :)
gauri..
thank u for visiting.. hope u like the blog.. and come back for more.. :)
I wanna undo what's in memory. If I hang out in Oxford Street or if I got to a live concert, I can forget the past for a while.
BTW, look at my commentin Preeti's blog 'The Great Urban Divide' and tell me what you spoke to her.
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