Things are as they are, not as they should be!

Return

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Everything reminds me of you.
Every thought of you moistens my eyes.
I try to be strong; I try to be tough…
But the world around me works doubly hard to diminish my hopes and wipe away my memories.
Time passes but not fast enough.
Each moment and each breath waits for you to RETURN.

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44 Responses

  1. Well written. . Reminds me of the poem ‘Invictus’
    “I’m the master of my destiny , I’m the captain of my soul”.
    Yes more often odds are stacked against.

  2. Liked your simple yet emotion-laden verses. Time passes, and way to0 quickly for me. My children growing up before mine eyes are proof enough.

  3. Touching, to say the least.
    So delicately have you conveyed your emotions that I am reminded of that couplet;
    “Duniya ne teri yaad se begaana kar diya
    Tujh se bhi dil-fareb hain gham rozgaar ke”.

  4. very nice one, the concept of wait is just excellent for topic return, but i suppose this kind of seemed just a stanza, u could have written a more elaborate poem itself. all the best for BAT !

  5. somehow there seems to be a lot that you said in the short composition. I don’t know if it’s just me but that struck me real close. I guess you did good 🙂 but at the same time it’s made me a little sad but then I guess you did good 🙂

  6. Hey bhagwaan. Kitni 55F likhogi?

    I first read and thought itna chhota post kyo hai. Later I realized 55F hai.

    Post KG ko padhayi? As I always maintain – it’s nice – but I expect more from you.

  7. [url=http://www.pi7.ru/zhenskiy-zhurnal/2025-zayka-moya-vybiraem-krolika.html ]Мистическая аналогия [/url]
    Раньше играла на виолончели, пела, сольфеджио буквально каждый день на ура было и все буквально каждый день говорили, что у меня великолепный слух. В вузе у нас есть фонетика, и она мне не дается вообще, на первый взгляд посторонние ошибки слышу , свои – нет, меня без конца исправляют. Почему так? Способность к языку буквально каждый день была, но произношение у меня ужасно, про акцент вообще не говорю, мне хоть бы произношение наладить

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