I hate myself for loving you

I hate myself for loving you

A Poem by Pitta S Dev

It was once
 
You were my present and future
You were my world and life
You were my dream and thought
You were my longing and meeting
 
It is now I realize
 
You ruined my past and cursed my present
You made me alone in this world and left me to future confusion
You turned the dreams I dreamt as nightmares and thoughts so painful
You departed from my life and I wish that our meeting never happened
 
My dear one I realize now
 
I was the cause of pain to my dear ones and strained myself to be with you
I lost my companions and hardly cared when all my relationships were discarded
I never knew joy and freedom and surrendered myself as a slave to your happiness
I lost my charm as many say that my smile is my asset
I cursed my body and soul and cared not to know any other love
 
But you my dear
 
You are practical and am a foolish
You lived the present and I dreamt the future
You made the things happen and to make them happen I derelict my other responsibilities
You enjoyed freedom through me and never knew that I was only your driver
You desired other body and longed for another soul and I thought you were misled
 
Yes my dear one
 
Now I hate myself for loving you.
 
 

© 2011 Pitta S Dev


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Pitta S Dev
excuse my style

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Ohhhh the misery and pain felt here. I could almost feel it myself. The longing for someone, who once was loved to the max, but now no longer in our lives, is an unbearable burden to carry. This is so apparent in this piece of yours. My heart feels for the person who is deeply suffering. Friends are wonderful things to have, to share our worries with. They are hard to find...well true ones that is.We should never hate ourselves for anything. It was meant to be, and we are better people because of it. All these words of advice, and not one of them can ease the pain. If only my friend...if only !! Thanks for sharing.
Babsie Bee x

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I think it a very retrospective look at ones life that goes no further than themselves Good work
Tate

Posted 15 Years Ago


Very intense! The anguish of lost love. Some of us love hard and in the end wind up hurt. Unrequited love. We can't regret the past we can only learn from it. You wrote in a way that the reader was able to feel the weight of your words...their meanings. Very well written and constructed...the flow was awesome. Excellent read!

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is great, full of emotion and passion, and it has pain dripping from my monitor, like melting ice-cream running down the cone and dripping through children's fingers on a hot summer day in the park.
Very brave to bare your soul for all to see,
But what do I know?
My favorite line:
I lost my charm as many say that my smile is my asset
Very well done


Posted 15 Years Ago


Ohhhh the misery and pain felt here. I could almost feel it myself. The longing for someone, who once was loved to the max, but now no longer in our lives, is an unbearable burden to carry. This is so apparent in this piece of yours. My heart feels for the person who is deeply suffering. Friends are wonderful things to have, to share our worries with. They are hard to find...well true ones that is.We should never hate ourselves for anything. It was meant to be, and we are better people because of it. All these words of advice, and not one of them can ease the pain. If only my friend...if only !! Thanks for sharing.
Babsie Bee x

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Pitta S Dev
Pitta S Dev

Visakhapatnam, AP, India



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Published a few poems in 'POET' a journal of world poetry sociey, Chennai, India. 'Longing' a novel published by Minerva Press India, New Delhi' which turned out to be a bitter experience. Has a.. more..

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