Monday, February 24, 2014

Our Poems... (Part 2)

Your poems were for me
mine for everyone but you...
You looked at me, for me
I looked at everyone and for
everyone but you...

You loved me but left...
I left you but still loved...

You scarred your body in search of me
I scarred my soul in spite of you.

You moved on and turned
into a family man
a lovely husband and a great father.

I moved on and turned
into a bohemian artist.
a single woman and a great catch

Our lives carried on
Our paths seldom crossed
Crossed if they did only
to move on again...

Until one warm and humid
August Morning...
The destiny intermingled again
The line connected and so did the hearts...

Now my poems are for you
but you are for others
I look for you
but you have to look at others
My love is for you
and yours is divided...

My soul is still scarred
looking for a balm
Your body is still scarred
looking for the cure

We seem to be the pieces
of a puzzle waiting to fit...

but you are still a family man
and I am the bohemian artist

single and a great catch.

(C) shubhra

21st February, 2014

1 comment:

Lisa Lane said... connected to mine....and I mean my words...I would like to share this on my blog...may I have your permission please?