Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Forgotten Yesterday













The car whizzes past lamp posts,
As the  city shimmers in illumination,
Her hair's blown across my face,
And I know nothing beats this sensation,

She's stealing glances at me,
I see from the corner of my eye,
My eyes are still on the road,
But, her face is all that's on my mind

I look at her- so beautiful,
A silhouette drawn in the moonlight,
Her hair lashing with the wind,
The radiance from her face glows so bright

With no aim nor destination,
We drive into the wake of dawn,
With no regrets and no looking back,
All that we leave behind is gone...

4 comments:

  1. Wow, how do you actually appreciate great poetry without being all cliched? This one is just, wow.

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  2. aha..dint know u were a poet too mate..hmmm..gosh now i feel bad abt makin fun of u all the tym :p...hehe

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  3. Hey, now I know why Vaishu said she loved your peoms.. I love them too.. you are really something bro.. a poet, gay, a retard.. wow.. awesome.. haha

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