Let me relive once again before I die
Those twenty eight days of my existence
When misunderstood motives and misread cues
Took me on a ride to heaven’s door on love’s gossamer wings….
- Shail Mohan (2009)
Shail's Nest
Where fingers tap dance…
Let me relive once again before I die
Those twenty eight days of my existence
When misunderstood motives and misread cues
Took me on a ride to heaven’s door on love’s gossamer wings….
- Shail Mohan (2009)
Who is she that’s trying to hide
the tears that are welling up inside
and maybe also contemplating suicide
just because her love was denied.
Why should it be a ‘she’? It can be a ‘he’ as well.
I always love to read your poetry, Shail and Govind’s comment to it! You people play with words. Nice one.
Let me develop this talent in my next birth!
Very well written !!! Agree with Sandhya !!! Both of you have a way with words…
coming here after a longtime Shail . sorry about that. Your poetry draws me . again a very beautiful composition. short, simple , crisp. loved the one by Govind also. must read him one of these days.
will read the other posts too. hugs
Nice one!
Very nice
Hiding the pain
When all that gone in vain!
Wished for a happiness rain
But for you it is not a main
So what is there to gain,
Let it go in the drain
Must have been a great ride..
Thank you everyone for the comments.
Lovely! At least she/he had twenty-eight wonderful days…