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Revenir


When I was a nobody,
you walked in to be somebody,
my life was going no where,
don't know why you wanted to share,
love luck or money I had very few,
and you came out of the blue,
my night is long and I know why,
walk away or you'll just cry..

but you walked with me...

when I didnt have a penny,
those days were really funny
walking into a restaurant was easy,
it's the price list that made me queasy,
walked out quietly, head hung low,
promising some-day i 'll show,
standing in front of a big mall,
and eating by the road-stall


still you walked with me...

when i didn't have a job to pay bills,
those winters of silent chills,
that scooter without a back rest holder,
and you clutched on to my shoulder,
the ride long and winding,
getting lost and then finding,
but then one day when it broke down,
I was kicking but you didn't frown

and you walked with me...


the local trains were jammed,
you got jostled and rammed,
the rickshaws wouldn't oblige,
night shows and the fights,
the bus was always late,
getting a seat together wasn't my fate,
I stood hanging by the bar,
your eyes moist like twinkling star,
your soft smile and that little sob,
kept me going every day,

and you walked with me...

the day i decided to leave,
to make my dream weave,
the packings were silent,
the smiling goodbyes were diligent,
the tear drops asked me to stay,
the lips never parted,but the eyes gave it away,
the walk into the plane was long,
but I had to be strong,
away I went over the seven seas,
leaving behind my treasure of memories,

and you walked with me...



many moons had passed away,
I sat by the same subway,
as the trains rushed by,
the strangers asked me why,
I would've jumped on the track
but a hand held me back,
It rained hard that evening,
as I looked up in the sky,
I saw you crying and saying..


I ll always walk with you...





Gyanban thoughts - Revenir means come back in French.Often time we keep waiting for the right moment,only to realize later that the wonderful moments we spend together..were the ones to be cherished..sometimes in life we forget the price we have to pay for our dreams..







Comments

  1. :-) Speechless! It touches your heart and soul.This one is surely coming from the innermost core.

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  2. I loved it. :) A thought well expressed. Many moons had passed away.. ummm
    Glad you tweeted this. lovely verse.

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  3. am glad you liked it.:-)

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  4. super poem buddy :)
    sigh..!! mmuummiiiee.. ppl are making me feel so inferior to them with poems.. and i thot poems were my forte :(

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  5. I do think you write pretty well...

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  6. Wow! Such a beautiful and poignant expression. Liked it! :)

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  7. that was beautifully.... really intense....call it a strange coincidence or whatever... i posted a poem I had written for someone long back and then I read yours... but yeah its just amazing... i cud feel the emotion in every word you have written

    Cheers!
    Tavish: Latest blog postTo the live that once was...

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  8. man...I am speechless...and got goosebumps...lovely poem man....

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  9. Am glad you connected buddy.thanks.

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  10. it is so touching... so beautifully sad...
    words cannot explain how deeply I felt while reading it...
    lovely write...

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  11. Oh My MAN!!! This is Amazing!!!

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  12. Thanks a lot Rajalakshmi...am glad you connected. I wrote this for the scores of people who are just running...and forget to stop a moment and realise what they are running for?

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  13. Did it remind you of your race ? Or are you the lucky few who made the right choice?

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  14. "the lips never parted,but the eyes gave it away,.."
    Aaah really if we could all understand the language of love in time!
    Gyanban you have really penned a story, that is close to mine and may be of many more, in such a soul-stirring way!
    Kudos...:)
    Relishing every read at ur blog!!

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  15. I think you got it - this is a story in the form of poetry,if I may call it. I am glad you connected...

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  16. Very soul stirring Rontu... almost a visual... enjoyed every bit of it.... keep penning...

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  17. surprised and happy to see you here..here's a warm welcome.

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  18. Really a good one. One must be very lucky to have someone walk with you anywhere and everywhere. "the lips never parted,but the eyes gave it away'.......I just loved this awful expression of real love...good one.

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  19. Yes oldmonk some need to be very lucky to realize what you have is precious..than what you chase...thanks,am glad you liked it.

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  20. simply so wonderful and heart touching poetry...lovely composition...thnx for visiting my blog :)

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  21. Thanks and am glad you liked it. !

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  22. Great stuff! Very touching....
    C

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  23. Thanks Corinne...am glad you liked it.

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  24. I totally loved this poem! Its been a long time I have read one conveying clear expression and thoughts... It touched a chord somewhere :-)

    Thanks for dropping in my blog... do revisit :-) Will cherish your feedback..

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  25. These lines are a journey through times for an ordinary person and his ordinary life,with extra-ordinary moments which he realizes only when it is too late...

    am glad it resonated somewhere...

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  26. u have me floored with every post of yours! when are you gonna publish your own novel??? :)

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  27. Thanks Rachel, you are being generous. Appreciate it.

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  28. Tugs at your heart n soul.. Beautiful

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