i know your imaginations,
perceptions with the picture above
i know you miss that thing
called "Unconditional love"
what i see is the aftermath
of being hopelessly romantic
what i see is this moment wont last
serenity and calmness would turn frantic
red is not beautiful
when its bleeding broken heart
the moment which you lived here
would tear your heart apart
you'd die to relive this moment
but these times wont return
its a picture of misery and pain
while you're watching this picture burn
love starts like a storm
takes over everything in its way
but soon it dies,with thunder and cries
and ashes wash away....
and someday then everything is lost
taking love,life and soul apart
so the moment now you cherish most
will haunt you forever till you last...
have you missed anything,
that you never knew
never miss that "love"
its never pure or true....
Prompt: well the picture was sent by one of my friends, but she wanted me to write a sad poem for such a lovely picture, i have tried to write this poem as a conversation , a frantic attempt i think....
so suggestions and criticism are welcome.....
perceptions with the picture above
i know you miss that thing
called "Unconditional love"
what i see is the aftermath
of being hopelessly romantic
what i see is this moment wont last
serenity and calmness would turn frantic
red is not beautiful
when its bleeding broken heart
the moment which you lived here
would tear your heart apart
you'd die to relive this moment
but these times wont return
its a picture of misery and pain
while you're watching this picture burn
love starts like a storm
takes over everything in its way
but soon it dies,with thunder and cries
and ashes wash away....
and someday then everything is lost
taking love,life and soul apart
so the moment now you cherish most
will haunt you forever till you last...
have you missed anything,
that you never knew
never miss that "love"
its never pure or true....
Prompt: well the picture was sent by one of my friends, but she wanted me to write a sad poem for such a lovely picture, i have tried to write this poem as a conversation , a frantic attempt i think....
so suggestions and criticism are welcome.....