Life's bits and pieces i pick up
fragments are all i see...
through passing days and many moonlights
only shadows remain with me.
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bittersweet memories
so like the coffee I drink
thoughts of you spilleth over
and more into the dark waters i sink...
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wounds heal but scars remain
till some things notch at the memory strings
and all one remembers is the pain.
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coffee is better than bittersweet memories.
coffee doesn't hurt.
this is too beautiful...the right poem for the mood Im in..TY!
Keshi.
* Harjee: Hmm...true! Doesn't hurt, but can be bitter too- like memories... :)
* Keshi: thank you thank you!:)
scars . . . they hurt . . . n yet they build a tough soul . . . they heal u . . .
well said..
* ajay: hmm... yes, the two-edged sword that a scar is...
* perspective: thanksss!:)
that's a beautiful write...
Its a real joy getting to knowing you! :)
perspective: the pleasure's mine too!:)
Every scar has both a story and a lesson to tell.
When the story is remembered, may the lesson be there as well.
^_^ Thank you for the visits to my site. Always appreciated, dear.
Cheers.
*Soulless: :)))... (hugs!)
Wish we just snap out of it..!
* Menagerie: hmm... and wish it was that easy too!:)
I wonder why we remember things when they don't exist anymore and are not aware of them earlier?!
thats a dark one
i liked it very much
its like a black overcast night with thundering lightening filled clouds
* Raghav: me glad you like...grazie!:)
Life in bits and pieces was endearing!!!
Thanks for the huge compliment on my blog. I have been fine. Hope life is being kind on you.
:-)
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