Algorithm of confusions- “The Parting”

Algorithm of confusions  The Parting short poem

I tried hiding my tears behind the smile I had…expecting you to read my mind!!!

Disappointed again!!  my heart never takes things light … it pains..

When it comes as possessiveness versus pervert guesses, the latter becomes my image now

You are awesome!! One making melancholy tones sweet this moment somehow

At times, I wonder how creative God is to have made you a girl!!

I wish had that not happened, now for I am joining this league of losers

I was short of words explaining your charm yesterday before we bid farewell!!

Even parting was made a sweet affair. Thanks to you. Inside me, our hearts dwell…

Like my mind, my words are confused too..  hope you see that now!!

Wishing this confusion to make you think back and think again !

What stays forever is my love for you!!!….. And not only that… My hope for you to turn back!!!

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A friendly cool and quite a responsible INDIAN with a Eco-caring and Socio-responsible feel and proudly from the "youth" community. I am deeply trying tomake animpactin whatever activities i take up.. I do blog, Pen some poems.. Basically I am driven by my Moods.. I do express whatever i feel.. and I AM WHAT I AM :)My personal blog: http://vaibhavsrinivasan.blogspot.com/ One with a friend of mine : http://yoothindia.blogspot.com/ For Tamizh poems of mine : http://blogthamizh.blogspot.com/
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