Poems by Aparaajita

Waiting

a poem by

Aparaajita

Thinking of you,
Each and every moment,
The time we spent together,
The days we spent together,
The walk along the lonely road,
Holding hands,
The stolen kiss in the bush,
The quick hug on the train,
Every moment seems to be frozen,
In my memory and yours;
Without you,
Moments seem to be ages,
Being with you days seemed to be moments,
Waiting for the day to be in your arms forever…

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Love

a poem by

Aparaajita

Gusty wind uprooted the tree,
Bringing up all memories;
Still fresh, still young,
The innocence still hung;
The warmth of the first hug,
The sweetness of the first kiss,
The pain of going away from you,
The joy of coming back to you,
The precious moments,
The mores precious days spent with you,
Fresh in my heart and embedded in my soul,
Still fresh, still young,
The innocence still hung…

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Return of my man

a poem by

Aparaajita

Time and again, memories haunted me,
Lost was lost, was what I thought,
But lo! He comes back with a lot!
The flow of adrenaline was so fast,
I had lost my recent past.

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Love changes all

a poem by

Aparaajita

The glow on my cheeks
The smile on my lips,
The sprite in my walk
The warmth in my talk,
The dream in my eyes
The heat in my sighs,
They can see it all,
That I’m not me anymore…

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Smruthi

a poem by

Aparaajita

Time and again, memories haunted me,
Lost was lost, was what I thought;
But lo! He comes back with a lot;
The flow of adrenaline was so fast,
I had lost my recent past.

Memories n memories,
Is where we live in;
Bitter sweet as they are,
Clasps you in there haul;
(Or should I say – bitter sweet as they maybe,
Clasps you through eternity)
Hidden beyond the Heart’s mystery,
Memories maybe sweet history.

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