One last time

One last time

A Poem by sweta'karman'

Story: The boy believes that what he truly wants, he will get it for sure, one day, some day. Because his heart is too intuitive when it comes to recognise love.

The girl wants to live in the moment cause her every moment in the yore have been in the girth of doubts and logics and fears. She believes in arranging future by compromising in present and that ways her present is never created.Today she wants to skip this one day from her life just to create a powerful moment and is still standing on the razor's edge where at one point she thinks it's a sin while on the other hand wants to be a sinner for one last time.(Inspired by a true story!!!;) )

Innured though my heart has been
Still has a tree of faith,
That she will confess to her heart
One day, some day she will trade.

His eyes,his smile and his bright face
kiss me in my sleep.
Where I dream to be with him
and fall for him, benthic deep.

I hate when he is all Right
and abhor the way he reads me,
Cause I fail in all hiding
what I always pretend to be.

I cannot say what he wants me to
I cannot love him back
But still I want him to be with me
And hold me on my track.

I want a moment of love with him
with the stars, in the rain.
Where I forget all my rules
And dance till the moon gets wane.

Dim lights and Preseley's song
With the clinking glasses of wine
All I want is to see you tonight
And feel you today being all mine.

Morrow's morn when I wake up
It will be just like a dream.
But I will  be happy for I collected
The stars for future to redeem.

© 2012 sweta'karman'


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Added on May 12, 2012
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sweta'karman'
sweta'karman'

kanpur, India



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I am a writer,who writes and writes and go on writing till the end for two specific reasons:first to placate my inner being who is also a writer and second to go back in times whose moments are frozen.. more..

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