10 Minutes
January 13, 2015 § 6 Comments
That little way we had walked
aware of the warmth in our hands
feeling your gentle presence alongside
sure of our lingering steps on the sands
We spoke but a few words
a lifetime existed for us to speak
those moments were spent seeking the warmth
like flowers- the summer was ours to seek
And yet today I walk alone
brutally aware of the fickleness of time
for when affection is built on compromises
summers are short, warmth fades, love is a crime.
Poet Speaks- How about cramming in the maximum essence in the barest number of words? My target was 12 lines- 100 words (83 achieved), and that this little read must be a story in itself. Why the cryptic title of β10 minutesβ?? Well, how much more time do we get anyways??
This is brilliantly written! Brava….π
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Thanks Mohita… π
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My fav line from this : when affection is built on compromises..!! Go on bro…
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Thanks bhai π Words flow when emotions have no place else to go….π
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Simple, yet elegant piece! Will trigger nostalgia for a failed lover.
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Thanks bro π That’s the plan… π
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