Missing words
It’s just so hard,
to tell someone how you feel.
Our thoughts, our emotions,
we bury deep and seal…
Living our lives,
in accordance with myriad rules,
we consider ourselves mature,
but in the end, aren’t we just fools?
Cold, when we should have been warm,
quiet, when we should have spoken,
some bonds are never fomed,
and some forever broken.
We surround ourselves with brick walls,
when we wish to run away,
within those walls we trap ourselves,
and keep those most dear at bay…
We dance through life, like marionettes,
taking steps only on cue,
driven by propriety,
missing moments we later rue…
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Life’s not a game of chess,
we need not wait for the other’s move,
It definitely makes sense to let people who matter, know exactly how important they are. But sometimes it’s just such a hard thing…
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The poem’s incomplete…
Love is in the air!!!
@ Jaskirat – LOL It’s just a poem dude, and I try to leave my poems open to multiple interpretations, so that people with different views and experiences could enjoy and possibly relate to the same…
Interpret it as you will…
I felt the same…
go bang your head!
(i totally know how it feels…)
@ Vignesh – as I said, interpret it as you will…
@ Sim – LOL – I’m pretty sure that “banging my head” won’t “help” (at least I can’t think of any problems for which it would be a solution LOL)
thanks for the comments…
There is a strong undertow here which continues…
Liked the verse.
thanks
Nice one man!!!
“driven by propriety,
missing moments we later rue”- Keeps resonating in my mind. How true!!
Is this an old write? Anyways, it showed up on my reader, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it:)
Doesn’t even seem incomplete. Great one.
Hammered … And hammered… ! It’s a mystery. :S
?? What’s the mystery?