It sometimes is a droll, atypical how life is;
It’s quaint to remember, words you did not say!
Oh! How I remember the times we did not share;
And the way, you could never wipe my brackish tears!
I did not know, for me if you were the person who cared;
Why did I adore those words, which you never expressed?
I commit to memory; we never had the world in our hands;
How can I never forget the days we never had spent together?
I cannot remember the days when you were just everything for me.
It’s amusing thus, that my mind used to say – you would be mine!
Whatever I have, are impressions of my memories in the desert sand.
Now, when my days exhaust, I wanted to realize them as a big dream;
And yearn to confess, of those abstract smiles that lit up my illusory days!
Life.. is neither a dream nor an illusion... Another wonderfully emoted poem from the King of poetry!
This is very abstract but i was able to relate to it and I give it a perfect ten. thanks for sharing, shannon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your words were like the mirror which reflected my own emotions it is actually so amusing that we all try to be different and yet at some level we all are the same...cool! !