Death

-Written By Swapnadeep Bhattacharya

 (Reading Time: 3 min Approx)

Golden were those days, when I would lie still in your arms,
Engulfed by your love and mesmerized by your charms.
Your warmth and affection won over my heart very easily,
Addicted by your love I dreamt of you daily!

But life is not a bed of roses sadly,
We fought with each other bitterly,
Over issues silly and weird,
All promises to remain friends forever now sounded absurd!

How could you be so rude to me?
Love and faith that once existed no longer I could see,
Now days seem so long without your presence,
All happiness has disappeared in your absence!

Your memories are still afresh in my mind,
What I should do to get you back in my life I need to find,
We are the same soul in two different bodies,
Can’t we reunite to fill our life with sweet sounding melodies?

Love for you lies in my heart intact,
Yet now we behave like two strangers is the bitter fact,
We once spent hours together talking to each other merrily,
Sad but true that now we even see each other hardly!

My heart refuses to accept that you have stopped loving me,
Few days back when we met again, in your eyes it was the old love that I could see,
You are a coward not to forgive and come back,
It’s the courage to listen to your inner voice is what you lack!

Let’s rekindle the fire of love again,
In your midst I want to forget all sorrow and pain,
Even if you don’t marry me to accept me in your life forever,
My heart grieves at the thought of not seeing you ever!

I shall continue to love you secretly always,
Is the least what my heart says,
You may stick to your ego of not coming back to me ever,
Truth is that to stop loving you is what I can do never!

-Written By Swapnadeep Bhattacharya

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Swapnadeep Bhattacharyya, is an amateur poet / writer who has been working in an Indian financial services company after pursuing engineering and higher studies in management. The author has the uncanny habit of writing love poems and simple love stories. In reality, one may not experience ideal love, but I want that the readers through my writing would experience idyllic love that may be too good to be true.

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