Words, mere words

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Words, mere words,
can never convey,
what you mean to me,
nor can they enclose
the emotions I endure
when you enter my thoughts and me.

Yet, I sit down and try,
to pen down a few words
that trickle out from my self,
because these are all that remain,
when I may not be around to express
what exactly these words fall short of.

To me, you are the best,
always there as my strength
and as my inspiration,
you are, my sweetest,
both my journey
and my destination.

Am not myself,
am not here anymore.
up there on seventh heaven,
with you beside me,
I realized it only when a friend noted,
I had smiled without a reason.

I know that one thought too many
has now entered the reader's mind.
But a fact remains pertinent,
one every poet is resigned to,
that his muse is fickle,
only the poetry is permanent.


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