Us

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Aeons ago we met
and held hands
ages passed between
one glimpse and another

it took upheavals
to bring us together

Lores got written,
weapons clashed
worlds were plunged into chaos
in an attempt to keep us apart

through raging thunder
and whirlpools
we made it to the shore
only to lose ourselves
in the sands of time

Comments

mixdbrew said…
Awww...how utterly romantic :) But, I wonder...do the last 2 lines imply something tragic or wanting? Or do I read tragedy in everything?? :(
11:20 am, November 02, 2009
nsiyer said…
NICE ONE. THE END WAS A LITTLE SAD.
Sorry I was out of circulation for sometime and will be writing shortly.
12:11 am, November 03, 2009
Pinku said…
Mixed brew....u read it right....the end is tragic or shall we say real.

Galadriel....thanks. dont dwell on it too much though. Have a great life ahead.


nsiyer: welcome back. The end I believe is the real end unlike the hindi film ends we have become used to.
Will look forward to your updates.
10:15 am, November 03, 2009
Balvinder Balli said…
u have narrated the whole gamut of life in so few a words. Hats off
6:18 pm, November 03, 2009
Pinku said…
Balvinder nice to see you here :)

thanks for the appreciation..
10:51 am, November 04, 2009
rayshma said…
absolutely beautiful, pinku.
9:50 pm, November 04, 2009
Anonymous said…
Wow Pinku! I wish it ended differently though...

But you are right I guess, this is more true to real life.
4:06 pm, November 06, 2009
Pinku said…
IHM.....I knew you would agree.. :)
4:08 pm, November 06, 2009
Oreen said…
ari baap re... very profound, and you have to feel to write like this... just remembered a poem called Void by dippyblogs, which can read as a sequel to this...
7:15 pm, November 20, 2009
Preeti said…
awesome !! very well written ...captures love and life perfectly
8:55 pm, December 14, 2009
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