Ecoes

When i pass those places i used to spend with my loved ones..

I hear Echoes,they craves for me,

some are so beautiful that i open my doors for them,

some are heavenly beautiful that i get scared to be opened for..

and they keeps on sliding,gliding,rolling after my shadows,

i shout,i hold my ears and press them harder,so that they can't reach me..

Suddenly all stops,silence,

You know,i love d silence,

i love dew drops,

Why can't i love them? The echoes anymore!

should i try!

No!its too much late..

Sometimes,i don't know,

maybe always,

It's just hard to accept them &

hardest to just letting them go...

Reviews

[M.A.Rathore]

Except some spelling errors this piece is also not a poem but seems a message. Please do not apply "wid" for with type mis conducts with language and the emotional matter attatched with it...

[Sairee]

hmm..i'll keep that in mind..thanks..but it was written long ago and posted it on fb, i saw this site and didn't think much!! and i don't write now-a-days..so posted old writings.. :)

[M.A.Rathore]

Ok. No matter. Now post all your fresh poems...

[Sairee]

okkk...... :)

[Nitesh Mahabal]

Nostalgia. some good some bad. well expressed

[Sairee]

Thanks :) have some good memories with ds poem..