Tuesday, November 02, 2010

I pick up my pen again

No more words, No more verses
No more redundant lines
helping in rhyme.
I had buried my tawdry poems
in the cemetery of time.

I had left on purpose,
the tombstone unetched.
Reminding me
that everything written,
is judged.

But there...
you came again,
to see if my young grave
has that flower
you gave

I still have that flower, and
I still have you
deep inside me,
and there is my life, incomplete.

So wanting to meet you
in my words,
in my poems,
in my dreams
I pick up my pen again.


AT_Legendkiller said...

too good dude! keep writing

Green said...

Very good one !

Anonymous said...

Uh, maybe you meant 'cemetery'.
Couldn't help noticing

This comment is made to be deleted :)

Anonymous said...

Good to know you left writing on purpose and the not the other way round. :)

Vipul Goyal said...

@Shashank @Green- Thanks a lot!

Vipul Goyal said...

@Anonymous- Error Corrected but atleast i was right abt - "that everything written,is judged."

Muddassar(Maddy) said...

I was waiting for some buzz from your end...and yes u r back with a bang!!!
Nice to read this piece of art.

TinTin said...

good going brother

ashoke bhattacherjee said...

khub bhalo, exceptional!

Vipul Goyal said...

@Maddy - Thanks, you not writing these days?

@Ashoke- Thanks dada

@TinTin- My brother thanks, howzu