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The last fading glance,
The road and increasing distance,
Trying to hold on
To her last fragrance.

A simmering flame touches,
A  solitary window watches,
One light switched on,
One hope hooked on.

Starlit sky and biting cold,
Tear drops and curled bed folds,
Those longing eyes wait,
Her walk through the gates.

Morning again,a new hope runs
Dodging twists and turns
Holding on  for her return,
A bleeding heart never learns.

As the hourglass trickled,
His breath stifled
The waiting eyes kept gazing,
As the heart stoppped breathing.

Gyanban Thoughts - a few lines for those waited...forever.For those who never got a second chance, or the second glance.For those who dreamed of a life together of  a journey forever.Very few people value the love they have,until it's gone.They have no idea how life could be otherwise...



  1. Hey Gyan,
    These lines are more than just verse. They tugged at a chord in my heart and have actually brought tears to my eyes.
    And Im not exaggerating. Its touched my heart, truly!
    Looks like this is ur phase of giving us some beautiful poems....

  2. @Raajii - thanks for dropping by...

    @Vibhuti - happy to know it touched a chord somewhere.Thank you for the kind words.

  3. Third paragraph blew me away. A beautiful poem with an awesome title.

  4. @Saru Singhal - appreciate your kind words.

  5. Thank you for joining Poets United. I have added your blog to our blogroll so others can discover you and your wonderful poetry. Poets United is what you make of it so explore, comment often and it will lead to folks doing so in return. We look forward to visiting your blog and reading your poetry.

    Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
    There is no happiness like mine.
    I have been eating poetry.
    ~Mark Strand

  6. Thank you for visiting my that way I could here and see your work..and its great..will come back again.
    Your lines are exquisite...

  7. Dark blue skies of a brand new dawn,
    Heals hearts that were knowingly torn,
    Fallen autumn leaves welcome gentle feet,
    One step taken for every beat,
    Taking the longest broken road home,
    Found herself when she was alone,
    End of forever is almost here,
    With promises to always stay near,
    Tears drown all sorrow and death depart,
    She returns to breathe life into his unbeating heart....

  8. But the cruel clock has it's final play,
    The pulsating seconds are now slain,
    Tick tock the heart stops
    Seething pain and bleeding clots.

    Of tearing flesh and a tangled mesh
    Of fleecing skin and scorching eyes
    Of trampled bones and loud cries
    Of pierced love and shredded ties.

    Death is but certain,
    Life pulls down the curtain,
    The show is over alas,
    Sand has drained from the glass...

  9. Profound thoughts but there is life before death so we try to live life till we die.........

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