MY EXPERIENCES, MY IMAGINATION

Two lovers. One left the other. And then they meet again to have a small conversation. One loves to love and for the other, love is a sign of weakness.. A short poem - A CONVERSATION. "Who are you", she asked me. "The man who proposed you bending on his knees, The man with whom you spent hours talking under the tree. The man for whom your eyes once twinkled, that man is me." "Don't bore me with your rhyming lines." "But you said, with me you felt being on cloud nine! You always smiled, together whenever we dined. And that's the reason I always thought everything is fine." "Gone are those days & with time my love has faded, Into a whole new direction my life has headed." "What about those promises that to me you made? What about those tears that my eyes did shed?" "Love is nothing but an illusion dear, It's a sign of weakness and failure." "For every disease

All have a past. But few start living in present projecting a better future letting go of the past. That's the only way for a enjoyable present leading to a bright future. But if you are still living in past. Just let it go... Resurrect yourself for your own good. If pain is real, so is hope. ***** With so many thoughts crossing my brain, My past stands before me making me insane. The people whom I had thought to be rain, They turned out to be strong hurricane. Life is lovely, I always thought; With people lovelier, I was taught. But I can't even explain what I got, With so many demons in past I fought. Evil has gone but has left its scent, Which sometimes makes me faint. It makes me weak with a feeling of I can't, In my soul the demon has made a dent. 'Why me', I can't even ask the Lord, As during success I never asked the same to God. Sometimes I feel like entangled in a cord, And walking alone in an endless roa