Saturday, October 6, 2007

As the Wind blows






As the wind blows,
Memories seep in to my mind,
Of all those moments we shared,
Full of love and kind.

Under the moonlight we walked the beach,
You held my hand and made sweet talk,
I was in bliss,for you were at my reach,
I shall never forget that special walk.

As the leaves start to fall,
I can't help but weep,
Reminded I am, of your last call,
And the promise which you failed to keep.

Under the shade we used to sit,
Planning our future amidst fallen leaves,
Sharing our thoughts on life and love,
Thinking of fate and what it weaves.

As the rain pours down,
Tiny droplets of tears run down your daughter's cheek,
Her mother,now long gone,
C'oz of which her spirit has gone bleak.

Under the shelter, we watched the rain,
Giving into our passion we embraced,
That first kiss we shared still lingers on my lips,
That thought is the only thing which abates my pain.

As the sun shines bright,
I am reminded of the good times we had,
The magic of those moments,
When the three of us looked set right.

Under the roof, we played,
We fought and shouted at each other's face,
Together we smiled and together we lived,
Now that you left us, it's not the same place.

As the wind blows,
Memories seep in to my mind,
Of all those moments we shared,
Full of love and kind.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

good one man

somebody has left and you have become a poet

keep up the good work

Rahul Nair on October 6, 2007 at 5:29 PM said...

Good man...
You have a lot of thoughts going on in your mind while you write. Focus on one thing , the outcome would be better.

The kiss :

That first kiss we shared still lingers on my lips,

would be better, its better than mouth.

:)

Anonymous said...

Very nice poem ...I never knew u wrote so well.....keep it up...

Chandan Prabhudeva on October 6, 2007 at 5:54 PM said...

@Irshad : thanks for ur comments.

@rauhule: I have changed it to lips. I actually wanted to convey that the person misses his wife throught the year. If you can observe , each alternate paragh starts by describing a season. But you are right, I can depict it in a better way. Will try to think of it :) thx for ur support!!

@you batchmate : Thanks!! Whoever you are :)

Bharath R S on October 6, 2007 at 8:25 PM said...

Hey its a really nice poem dude!!

I am wondering as to whom are u missing!!

Srivatsa Kondapalli on October 7, 2007 at 1:26 PM said...

Dude, are you spending your time writing poems in office? i really dont know from where you get so much time to think of such thoughts, and to put in such a lovely way!!! Awesome yet again...

btw, one suggestion which i would like to give is, poems need not be rhythmic. i.e. each alternative line need not end with rhyming words...probably you are concentrating more on that and you might lose out on the original content, which has more punch....

anyways, that's what i felt...but, nevertheless, good job......

Chandan Prabhudeva on October 7, 2007 at 9:44 PM said...

@Srivatsa : Thanks dude. Yeah you are probably right about the rhyming. I think most poets also try to rhyme their lines as it sounds better that way. But I think I am still an amateur to understand all that. Let's see. There is still a long way to go for me , and I will definitely try to improve my writing:)

Unknown on October 9, 2007 at 9:39 PM said...

Oye Chandan ,

Very touching poem :) Really didnt know that u can write poems and all.. cool .. :)

Unknown on October 10, 2007 at 5:54 AM said...
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Unknown on November 6, 2007 at 12:53 AM said...

very good thought...
be happy always ...

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