No more your girlfriend

A poem depicting the deep pain of broken heart in love

          

                No more your

           girlfriend

             Late in the night 

          when the wind is blowing fast

          Thy Stars are silent 

          and moon is glowing aghast

          I can see the sky so high

          When this dark seems so dark

          and gloomy tonight!!

          Running back someone is             

          scaring and chasing me;

          Can hear the loud voice 

          of that silence and solitary

          Don't know you giving problems still

          Now when I am yours no more;

          No more your girlfriend!! 

          

          Beneath the thousand thoughts

          there is always one there

          How can i resist that one 

          please tell me o dear!!

          Cant i stop thinking since long 

          long years

          Like Cant i stop waiting forever

          And ever and ever i fear!!

          But;

          As well I remember so far that I am

          yours forever no more

          No more your girlfriend!!

          

       

       

          

          

          

Reviews

[samparks,sam]

Late in the night
When the wind is blowing fast
The Stars are silent
And the moon is glowing aghast
I can see the sky so high
When this dark seems so dark
And gloomy tonight!!


I like these line

[kavya]

Its my pleasure julia that u liked my poem

[Julia]

Very good work, well described. I like it.

[kavya]

Thank you mr samsparks......i like good reviews......n bad too if someone writes honestly lolll

[kavya]

thank you mr. mp ramesh for appreciating my poem

[M P Ramesh]

kavya,

Memories are really silent . That does not mean the memories are mute. The sounds inside those are unheard by those who think they are for them only. NO. When recreation takes place the great infinite waves of primitive sounds haunt the writer. I remember the painter who heard the sounds from infinite for a long period before he painted his master work......Edavard Munch................" The scream"............. The separation can not be measured by mere BYE. It just pierces in to the self and churn one self and grill the inner layers to bleed with words .........................so high............as above.............
excellent attempt.....................

carry on...................

m p rAMESH