Monday, March 15, 2010


An Insignificant Nothing
In return for everything
A faint touch, a tear
In return for all the warmth

Time ravaged you physically
Time filled you in my heart
You have gone away, Yet
You stay with me, always

A debtor I remain
A debtor I want to be
For how can I return
The Joy,The Comfort... The Love


  1. Why is that poems sound better when its a sad one...

  2. QF: Hmmm good thought. Happy Poems become songs I guess!

    Anand: Thanks and Welcome to Nonsense!


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