Friday, March 8, 2013

I wonder !!

I wonder,
Whether 'we' were really ever there,
Or it was just a 'you' and a 'me',
Which I was too blind to see.


I wonder,
Whether love ever existed between us,
Or we were just being 'friends' and 'buddy',
Which I was too blind to see.


I wonder,
Whether we both were ever dreaming together,
Or you were dying to get free,
Which I was too blind to see.

I wonder...
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10 comments:

  1. Easwar ArumugamMarch 8, 2013 at 8:33 AM

    Nice composition. Now, I know why they call 'love is blind'

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  2. asteria's canvassMarch 8, 2013 at 9:04 AM

    thank you sir, for visiting the blog and lovely comment.

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  3. debajyotiMarch 8, 2013 at 4:37 PM

    although, all the lines are interconnected but i liked the second last line the most :)

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    1. asteria's canvassMarch 8, 2013 at 7:18 PM

      thanks deb,if i may call u dat, i dint think ne 1 wud even read it, too much karan johar type lines :p

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  4. Sri ValliMarch 8, 2013 at 8:56 PM

    Confused state expressed beautifully dear! I loved the last stanza!

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  5. Being TravelerMarch 10, 2013 at 5:10 AM

    Well, I don't know what love is, but it definitely is the bonding between the two. Nice composition.

    Cheers!
    Himanshu Nagpal | Being Traveler

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  6. C SureshMarch 10, 2013 at 6:35 AM

    I keep telling people that I do not appreciate poetry cos I am incapable of it. Rarely I find one which strikes a chord in me. This was most certainly one of them. Like that central thought about seeking oneness in closeness - and, in this case, wondering whether it is at all there.

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  7. asteria's canvassMarch 11, 2013 at 3:58 AM

    thank u CS, thats again the most generous comment I have got on any of my post but I keep telling myself that I cant write poetry and I still do.

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  8. Saru SinghalMarch 11, 2013 at 9:54 AM

    Relationships are complex and it is such a beautifully crafted poem. There is a hint of honesty to it.

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  9. UnknownMarch 12, 2013 at 8:31 AM

    In love it always happens that by the tainted vision rendered by our fantasies, we forget to see what is there in our plain sight. But love happens when both of them has there vision completely blurred and when both are too blind to see anything.

    Loved it.

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