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Love Was The Way, As Supposed To Be...

Love WAS the way, it was supposed to be
It was ME all 'practical', and taste buds numb
Love was the way, as supposed to be
It was ME, who treated it, casually ..candidly

A fool; ignorant in the ways of love,
'tasted mirth passion, an impossible joy
Then passed it by, for ways of the head
only to realize- I had lost more than thought.
All the feelings, and my heart's happy song,
on my deaf ears, a heart been fearful all along..
Thinking.. the love felt was merely illusion
So much love had got to be illusion! ....

I sit now sometimes,
awake and in dreams,
remembering the bliss,
The moments,the feel-trip-
you got me to have
A fool, a fool, a fool I was..
to let it go, to let it by,
though leaving me memories
(finally) a real scale to try..

I know now for sure, there are things that I owe
to me first, then you, I (happily) owe..

Someday,
I'll meet you in the momentary space
with the earthly skin shed,
between this life and next,
To meet your eye,
with the love I saw in yours..
even if, for a little while,
I'll meet you there, a moment you'd spare,
I'll meet you there, with nothing else in mind,
No, nothing this time.......................
Only me, my heart- with you,
and nothing else in mind..

















Author notes

Must be the effect of recent exposure to ghazals (couplets in urdu and hindustani, and if I may say, quite emo at that).. :-) pls read in a sing song way with the commas as pauses.. it might help make the read smooth :-D

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  • Mari Goes gold member
    July 24

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    I thought I have commented here, I surely read it before...
    You always express your thoughts in a very particular way. You make the readers stop and ponder about their own thoughts, well it happens to me anyway
    I enjoy reading you dear Kunjal


  • The.poet.of.hearts
    July 1

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    Oh.. when I read the first few lines, I was feeling yeh aik song he
    nice write
    suna kabh rahi hain aap?
    ehehe

    by
    the poet of hearts and beautiful words


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    June 25

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    Ah, fathom, your words reach out and connect!
    While others may have their personal manners
    of perceiving and assessing the success of a piece,
    I have a foolproof mehtod---goosebumps!
    Up the arms. down the back---as the words
    reach out, touching both heart and head.

    "A fool, a fool, a fool I was..
    to let it go, to let it by,"

    The passion of the conversational tone
    reaches out so intensely that the reader
    is right there with you.

    Superb expression!

    Ms. Marvel
    M-C


  • wattle silver member
    June 25

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    This is a ‘lovely’ topic. Imagine how rich we’d be if we could bottle the feeling of desire when we first breathe the hint of growing passion. And somehow make it into a skin spray. ------ I’ve got news for you; wisdom doesn’t cure the ups and down; only bitterness can do that, it kills it, forever. ----- Thank you (Ms Me) (I suspect the food and drug administration people would make us label the bottle a dangerous poisoning narcotic).


    • fathom me
      July 21

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      'wisdom doesn’t cure the ups and down; only bitterness can' ... thank you :-) you are right as always.. it helped

      Kunj.


  • pixiestix gold member
    June 24

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    Reading your poem I think of conflicting messages when we're told to "follow your heart" but in the next breath "think with your head". Many times the two just don't mesh.

    I get the feeling that the person let go was a soulmate or kindred spirit by your last verse or maybe there is a hope that they were so things could be made right the next time they travel in life together.

    Love your last few lines and how perfectly they tie the poem together.

    Thanks for entering the contest.

    • fathom me
      June 25
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      Hello pixiestix..
      Yes, inner conflict... and hopes
      Thank you for the reflective comment , and contest idea!
      Have fun judging


  • Wolf Mistress silver member
    June 24

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    Yeah..it's true, sometimes we let us passing by love to find out what we did let go...regrets aren't helping, memories are mostly hurting but the thoughts of what we had in our heart are the ones that remain...we save them for later...maybe in our next life or as you wrote in the life between...

    I got me another chance to love too...and I will do whatever it takes to love back....
    Not knowing if it will stay with me forever...because that's not predictable..but I do hope it will.....
    Love can come and go with all ages you know that...

    I really enjoyed your "song" I sang it as you asked..
    Glad for you you couldn't hear me doing that..

    Good luck in this contest
    XXJeannette


    • fathom me
      June 25
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      Wow J Very happy for you..
      And yup, hit the nail on the head Thank you dear, and best wishes ahead


  • Yemassee gold member
    June 24

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    I think I'm pretty good at following what a reader wants, like with your commas, I think I am because I am conscious of how readers seem to always ignore mine.

    First, just as a poem, not even contemplating the subject matter, it reads well. Yes, the pauses as to enjoyment of the style, the ways it runs along and actually aids in the comprehension of it. It has a classical feel, which lends to the believability of the loss.

    A poem about loss, and to a degree, about ignorance...not knowing what was in hand...you know the saying, "A bird in the hand is worth to in the bush." We learn that the hard way...sometimes love comes and we pass it up, assuming there is something better...then from the other side we look back and see...that love looks a lot better from afar...we can see it all, what makes it special, and then...what a loss it becomes! I know I have been there...and I was fortunate enough to have a second chance...but that is rare.

    Indeed a lovely poem which shows the hurt within youthful folly, but actions that really know no age...as I am a testament to!

    • fathom me
      June 25
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      Thanks!! I was not sure of this one at all!
      And yes, you are lucky.. Not everyone can get a second chance.. *smile*
      And you've always been an empathic reader.. I'm out of words right now, but I want you to know how sappy happy I feel, when poems once in a while help connect with people.. Thank you

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