Wednesday, August 4, 2010


You told clearly, you won’t come back
For every noise at the door, my heart beat raises
I think you have come, I expect you

You have no interest in me
Neither am in your list of priorities
I still am madly in love with you

Use me like a tissue paper at least
I will live for the rest of my life with joy
With the satisfaction of being yours for a while

Give me pain, give me a wound
Give me a reason to live this life
Without you, this life makes no sense

Now I am living, hoping you will come back
Dreaming of having a life with you
Praying to God, to see your face once more in my life.





The Inner Side of "ME" said...

Very nice one

ಸಾಗರದಾಚೆಯ ಇಂಚರ said...


ಸೀತಾರಾಮ. ಕೆ. / SITARAM.K said...

Nice one!

Badarinath Palavalli said...


Indead its a nice poem

ನಿಮ್ಮೆಲ್ಲರ ಪ್ರೀತಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಶರಣು.

ನಮ್ಮ ಕಸ್ತೂರಿ ಛಾನೆಲ್ ಹೊಸ ಹೊಸ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮಗಳನ್ನು ಪ್ರಾರಂಭಿಸಿದೆ. ಸ್ವಲ್ಪವೂ ಬಿಡುವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಶೂಟಿಂಗ್ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಆ ಕಾರಣಕ್ಕೆ ಬರೆಯಲಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ.

ಕೀರಂರವರ ಅಕಾಲೀನ ಸಾವು ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಬಹಳ ಕಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆ.

Dr.D.T.krishna Murthy. said...

ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಅಭಿವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಮೂಡಿ ಬಂದಿದೆ.

ದಿನಕರ ಮೊಗೇರ.. said...

full of love.... who ever dear this they will feel the love in it...

lovely... soooooo lovely....