You Weren'T Mad Like Me. Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
You Weren'T Mad Like Me.
You're an image in the mirror of my heart;
An ever needed image that I cannot part,
From the door of my heart and dream
where my love was flowing like a stream
Over the barren brink of your parched life,
But you coudn't hear as you were deaf;
The heart touching voice of my ripple
That I wanted to be the sweet apple,
Of your ever shining and comely eyes
But I wandered throu' your skies,
Floated throu' the trackless path of sadness
Without life, hopes, dreams or happiness
And in my life never I saw a dazzling light,
Nor did I see a full moon at night
But dazed like a child seeing nightmare
You coudn't see my feeling that I laid bare
Why coudn't you open your heart for me?
Why did you forsake me alone in your sky?
Open my heart whenever you meet me,
Somewhere in this world and see,
how I cared your face in my heart,
And who were to me in my heart
You could have loved me for I was not bad
But you didnt love me as you weren't mad
Like me....
Like me....
Of your ever shining and comely eyes But I wandered throu' your skies, Yes love is being mad, becoming a nutcase, Yes love makes our heart beat 100 times faster than normal pace! Some times it brings joy other times it dies as riddle! Anyways, As Your poem is very sensitive, spontaneous and emotion or simply it's interjection! (a very expressive one) I love to read your poem as if they were mine! 10+++++++
As that person is not mad enough to fall in love, What is that madness in us that force them to love us. Nice poem..
Yes, true emotiöns shines in each and every line in this sweet poem.
A very emotion packed poem, a really Good write. Like it my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 1:29:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The last lines punched the gut of a lover right where it should.................indeed we need madness to love a person with all their positive and negative attitudes.................but that is love in forms numerous............. beautifully expressed