Her

“All that I am today, it is because of you. You always supported me. I wish you could come back to my side. You left because I offended you. I miss you darling. Sorry. I shall always love you.”
The wind blew tranquil through the lithe branches as I stood in front of her grave.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

44 thoughts on “Her

  1. How can she come back….But I think she is right there,….waiting for you to join! :)writing with chosen words must be fun, no?? another exercise which reminds of school days….anyway, nicely written :)wishes, devika

  2. Nicely written, these pieces with limited words come out rather well! They say so much in few lines! was missing from ur blog for a while! sorry! 🙁 am back now for abt two weeks or so! 🙂

  3. @Amity,if it says fiction, it is fiction! :Phe's at her grave coz he misses her. remembers her! 😛 and yeah, offense can be rude at times!

  4. @Ajey,thank you very much!my acct seems to be havin some probs opening ur private blog bro, will get u a comment bonanza asa its fixed! 🙂

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