One night you’ll be all alone by yourself
with your grey hair and wrinkled face
you’d try to plop down near the fireplace
when the forgotten love would break its shell.
Your shaky and crinkled hands would try
to hold the diary of blank pages I threaded
for you to know that I’ll there if ever your sails shredded
for you to heart out your life’s hows and whys.
In subdued glow your droopy and wet eyes
which I believe still appear as an ocean
the one that had swallowed me in devotion
would read those blank pages you had despise.
You might cry a bit, you will regret a lot
when you’ll see the fire burning outside, inside
of your heart where I had once comfortably reside
when you’ll try to recreate my face you forgot.
In your loneliness you would be full of time
and you would try to ink those blank pages
with your sorrows and how life is at lonely stages
but by then you’d realize that dry ink is not worth a dime.
In the blue and the dim and the fire light
my love would come and make you whole
for even then you’ll remain pilgrim in my soul
for even then my love won’t be out of your sight.
-Kritika Vashist
Writing also does to you what an umbrella does in a storm, seems like it at least. Really liked the intensity of this poem.
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You are right!
Writing saves you from everything that is unheard and unknown.
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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Beautifully written, and one written from the pain of experience. I’ve thought often of things that might have been and wonder where the relationship would be if it had survived. My favorite passage is this:
You might cry a bit, you will regret a lot
when you’ll see the fire burning outside, inside
of your heart where I had once comfortably reside
when you’ll try to recreate my face you forgot.
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Everybody wonders at some point in time. However, relationships would have survived if everybody’s timing to wonder was right. But that would be impractical to think, no?
Thank you for appreciating, Rob! 🙂
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so philosophical..your poems make people think on it twice.
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I’m making you think harder? I don’t know if that’s good for you.
Thank you, though! 🙂
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i am usually a curious person and love to think basically related to life science…like how we came here how we live whats the importance of our existence…….i m happy to have a friend like u also has a habit of thinking abstract…lol Hope to have a good time with 🙂
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Good luck!
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hahaha….what do u think mainly on…what are your thoughts mainly circulate on
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My blog answers that. Not me.
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hehehe…..u seem quite…to the point 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you! 🙂
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A bit saddening but so beautiful and touchy ❤️👌🏻
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Ironically, sad words seems to be beautiful.
Thank you, Ifrah 🙂
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Love this. Unconditional love. Love it.
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Thank you so much, ma’am.
Love to you.
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I really don’t know how to comment on this. I am speechless. Love does not depend on whether the other person reciprocates it or not. It has the potential of staying there forever, without expecting, though with constant hoping.
You expressed your soulful thoughts amazingly well. I am spellbound 🙂
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I had learned this quite long back that it doesn’t matter whether your love is reciprocated or not, it should be appreciated. I hope those who forget to appreciated, look back for a minute, and be kind enough to appreciate.
Thank you, Prateek. You always amaze me with your new appreciative words 🙂
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You capture reflection on the past through a look into the future. It chides one not to live a life of future regrets. Beautifully done, Kritika.
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I tried. When I started writing, I’d no idea how it’d end. I’m glad that I finished it at a point where one could learn. Thank you so much for appreciating. 🙂
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I had*
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Beautiful, Kritika! A powerful reminder to live every moment to the fullest.
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Thanks a lot, Annie 🙂
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“When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book….”
Yeats
Nicely written. 🙂
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Lol! I can’t believe what I just read!
Your comment could be sarcastic now.
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No, your poem immediately reminded me of this one. Hope you didn’t mind.
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Okay. I believe you. Still this is surprising. I know how one could relate. Maybe Yeats soul was in while I wrote.
Thanks for the poem. I didn’t read that before and thank you for the comment.
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I find it so wonderful when I write something and then find out some great poet wrote something similar. It’s the only way we have of feeling close to them, you know? 🙂
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Yeah, absolutely!
You know I learned this some time back that there’s a 90% chance that two people are thinking the same at some point in time.
Example: two scientist discovered the same thing, the time difference was unknown, until they encountered each other’s discoveries.
I’m glad. Though, the meaning I interpreted from his is not the meaning of the poem I have written. I actually gifted someone a diary of blank pages. 🙂
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No it isn’t, Yeats was taking about reading an old book to rekindle old memories, you talked about looking at blank pages and having wistful realizations.
And why would you gift anyone a diary already filled in? 😛 😀
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So it was a handmade diary. That surely is a task! I hope the person you gave it to appreciated the gesture and the effort.
The truth is usually always visible to the person who will see. 🙂
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True.
I think I should start a business, considering the fact that I started crafting handmade dairies after that 😀
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A small net based start up… Not a bad idea at all!
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Lol!
Btw, I think I missed your point that why would I gift someone a diary that’s already filled? 😛
Sorry for emphasising too much on blank pages. I was so into explaining the poem. Hope you didn’t mind. 🙂
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Not at all. 🙂
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“In the end, you regret the relationships you never were in”
If someone can make a full-blown poem out of this thought, its you. You never fail to amaze me, Kritika 🙂
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That’s a huge compliment. Means a lot to me. Thank you 🙂
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Ahh so deeep when Adele can roll in it 😀
This phrase was irrelevant though, but I love using it when i see a poem written so beautiful and unique 🙂
This kind of love *Sighs* ❤
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Hehe. Izza!
Thank you 🙂
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One of the finest poem i have ever read. Beautiful creation. Its an “epitome”…
Keep writing… 🙂
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Aw-shucks!
That’s huge appreciation I’ve got. You are kind enough to call it an epitome. Thanks a lot! 🙂
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Regret is like a butterfly just beyond your grasp.
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True.
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Beautifully wounded words ❤
Regret can be a painful place to be in.
Love
B
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Thanks, love! ❤
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