Separation poems that glorify the suffering, longing and pain lovers experience in a relationship. The most beautiful poetry is written in the times of separation and this original collection of poems is a proof to that. When nature, people, universe, God, and everything existing, reminds you of your love, separations becomes the poem your being.
The stranger that I am To you, to this whole world The realization sunk into me Dragging me into the depth of loneliness Where did I lose everything? But then, when did I have anything? Life seems to be a
” Somebody should annihilate my-self, It’s an Albatross like some pelf ! Loving somebody is a feeling of two in one, Alas! Now ‘I’ and ‘You’ are jettisoned ! Cross to bear that silence without you, Such silence brought
With my solitude, glancing the dark skies, I’ll find no one worthy who can hear my cries … So many bright faces I’ll see, still there will be gloom, With the thought of not seeing your face, my days won’t
The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem
We meet again , after a long five years I always wished never to see you Never ever, when I bid GoodBye Unfathomable was the depth of hurt You gifted me, when you rejected My unbridled love for you Each
Look my love is going away tell him to stop And make him stay, My eyes are shedding tears The clouds are bursting with fear The heart is bleeding with broken pieces, To make him bring near Look my love
Love glitters on the grassy cliffs- Slowly…….Slowly….. It enters in to the hearts. Life starts to glide – On the little wings of its carrier. It blooms like a beautiful flower. The fragrance spreads all over. Slowly…….slowly… It enters to
Had never believed till this date There could be real soulmates Your love which gives me so much pleasure A true love which is my life’s biggest treasure Yet the distance gives so much pain I wonder if it’s my
The silences are loud, They come out like ghosts; Lost on their way. The winds blow the leaves away, And the Sun shines through, But we sit there motionless; With nothing left to say. My eyes are stuck to the
The scent of your embrace lingers behind After you left in pursuit of your star; It seems, it’s all I have of you to bind The memories to wherever you are; And soon, the nights will take longer to dawn,
This day is here again, Its the same one as before… Yet completely different in itself, By just a few contradicting things… Feelings had bloomed, After a long unending winter.. I yearned for a companion, And found you along the
After dinner protocol you kiss me on the cheek Wrap your arms around me to remind me that you’re free The taste of mint is in your kiss but your sweetness is in doubt All those broken promises are draining
Thoughts before I sleep: Never again will those eyes bore into my soul, Never again will I let those sweet words make me feel whole. Never again will I lose myself in the warmth of that embrace, Never again will
Back in those old days, a wife awaits her husband on a stormy night, hoping for his safe return. .. Waiting for her love, an enigmatic sailor. In vain gowns and a luscious healthy pallor! The porch, radiant in jewels
Remembrances… A wild laugh, needling rain, choked breath, flashes of pain. Memories slumber, dreams drain! A past I hold, tied to my back. A heavy bulging, under the skin, sack I walk past the stories, of flowers and song A
I now see sadness on the pristine sand, In faded footprints, you have failed to make, More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand, Before their fate, that only sands could take: To be the dunes, where dwell
I wanna move on, And leave everything behind… But I’m so lost in love, Just waiting for you to find… Me… I’m standing on the edge, Trying to break my fall… Because I’ve got nothing to lose, And you’ve got
I miss you in the vacuum that was once you. In the stillness of a cemetry afternoon. In the dinner table, with an empty seat. In family photographs, now incomplete. In my husband-to-be, In the grandchildren you did not see.
It’s one of those mornings that welcomes whiskey and soda with open arms. The Sun and I, more or less, feel the same way about getting out and conquering the world. ‘Well, it’s not our turn today’, we tell ourselves.