With changes like never before ,
My pen stops writing and abhors ,
The sense of vacuumness inside ,
The silent night on the seaside…
Waves rising falling again,
Still the sound gets absorbed someway,
In the hollow nights of pine,
Filling the soaked eyes more with rain…
Breeze touching and moving beside,
Just to remind the love tides,
Reminiscences of the times,
When your breath could be felt by mine…
The urge to submerge in those moments ,
when echoes of the heart said,
language and speech alike and same,
in the epoch of eternal ceaseless love game…
soumyav 
Oh!
Lovely!
That urge to live the beautiful moments of love once again!
Lovely! 🙂
Thanks 🙂
the sweetest game
cause if both play fair, both win 🙂
nice,,,
Thank you for liking! 🙂
Lovely .. How sweet used to be the first encounters!.. isnt it?? 🙂
very true!
The poem is adorably lovely! It reminded me of a song “Love Game” by “Lady Gaga”!
-Naima.
thanks a lot Naima! for liking and for getting reminded of a song..AS such I haven’t listened nor do I listen to her songs ..but its an honor for me..to be said so
No problem sweetheart, after all the poem did rock!!
-Naima.
thanks again Naima!
found love again kya !!!
plz share it then !!!!!
🙂 😉
wht a joke! 🙂 .. in the memories of the old and gold existing one…
“My pen stops writing and abhors ,
The sense of vacuumness inside ,” I feel that way lately ,it’s not beautiful feeling to have writer’s block 🙂
hope alls fine wth u there! and u r keeping fine. miss ur beautiful wishes of good ngts and lovely mornings. best wishes for a comeback.
I loved it 🙂
thank you 🙂
I was writing something that I would like to share, unfinished it was, like love….hahaha….
“…..and when I remember that night of love, my face I do not see. It is you, your face that powers my heart to beat in quick numbers. So it is my nature to cry again. You have given me a new life, as I drive my heart to find a purpose. It is the ink of my mind that scatters phrases of my heart. I do not remember you much. It is when I feel overwhelmed about our relation, I move in your skin. Sometimes it happens.”
You played my heart, Soumya. Beautifully scripted. 🙂
Thanks a lot Pawan for those lovely words. and liking this one.. 🙂