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January 30, 2014

Saturday Night


Winter leads me to the fireplace
With some thoughts of you, a few poems from the past and this diary;
Perhaps tonight I will find some solace..

The week seeks its end
Like the heart seeks your voice.
But the threads have broken, the colors are now lost
And the heart's not okay either.
I guess, it's just trying to pretend..

The clouds cover the stars today
The tears are covered by the firelight.
Somehow, I know this revived darkness dwelling in me won't culminate..

Leaving some whispering words on your lips..
It used to be special always-
Every week, at the end, one Saturday night.  







10 comments:

  1. awestruck di every tym I read ur post :)

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  2. Emotions and creativity are just AWESOME with you :) As always.
    Although, when writing a "poem" a little bit of research and effort for rhyming sequences would have helped. Nevertheless, effort counts. :)

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    1. Such a compliment! Thank you for the sweet words, Smit! :)
      Yes, even I felt the need of a rhyming sequence here. Thanks for the feedback on that. Next time, better things! :D

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    2. I'll hold you to that "next time"!

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  3. "Leaving some whispering words on your lips..
    It used to be special always-
    Every week, at the end, one Saturday night."

    The best moment of it. I was in a way illustrating and reading both, so yeah, moment.
    Such beautiful lines! I am going to save this one with myself.
    Just, awesome!

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    1. Wow! That's my favorite part of this poem too. :D

      Thanks a tonne sweetheart! Means a lot. Loads of hugs and kisses. :)

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  4. Pri..

    Its lovely...really really cute..:)

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    1. Hey there anonymous admirer! Thanks a lot :)

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