Monday, February 12, 2018

A Story of Love

A Story of Love

Stories of love are not told any more,
Not everyone can be told the matters of the heart,
Sententious friends now taunt me,
As they are not able to handle the friendship,
Stories of love are not told any more.

We prostrate, but do not get blessed,
Cannot even recite poetry while listening,
She is away from me in a way,
But forgetting does not erase her memories,
Stories of love are not told any more.

She would go further if I tried to go close,
Roads upon roads, why is destination not in sight?
All the candles have extinguished,

Air that does not come close to her,
Stories of love are not told any more.

Vishal Kaushal

This is my first book of poetry. I am trying to portray my thoughts on paper with the help of my poems. Time passed, looks changed, thoughts changed, met new people, made new friends, and some people I still remember and some people who still remember me.
           
http://www.amazon.in/dp/9386126419

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