But I can't remember me...

But I can't remember me...

A Poem by Bhavya Kaushik

 

 

 

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But I can’t remember me…

 

 

I so clearly remember the past,

And still memorize every single day.

But now everything is turning into ashes,

And I only bleed pain along my way.

 

I know that I still exist in this brutal world,

But I barely know now who I am?

Here in nothingness I stand,

Where my life seems only like a game.

 

In my dreams you are always mine,

But in my life you are just a dream.

I only remember you and your name,

Which I only cry and scream.

 

In front of any mirror whenever I stand,

There is a stranger whom I see.

I still remember you...you… and you….

But… I can’t remember me…

 

But I can’t remember me

 

© 2009 Bhavya Kaushik


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Wow...this is so very powerful. It is full of the torment of life. It is strange how most everyone at some point in their life faces an identity crisis. Sometimes it is hard to remember who we are through the pain. If we are not careful, the pain even becomes our identity. Then for sure it is harder to let go of our pain and heal. It is a scary thing to not be sure of who you are. Kudos on a tremendous write!

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3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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wow...!!it's so beautiful....there is full of sadness....it feels like you are holding a very strong feeling of vain of losing someone very special..close to your heart....

"Here in nothingness I stand,

Where my life seems only like a game."
yeah...!life becomes sometimes a game...but what matters is how we deal with that.....how we come out of it...!!
and thats a part of every ones life....everyone in there journey once feel that vain and agony in there life....but we have to forget and come out of it...!!
great write yaa...!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow...this is so very powerful. It is full of the torment of life. It is strange how most everyone at some point in their life faces an identity crisis. Sometimes it is hard to remember who we are through the pain. If we are not careful, the pain even becomes our identity. Then for sure it is harder to let go of our pain and heal. It is a scary thing to not be sure of who you are. Kudos on a tremendous write!

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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