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Memories are all I have, until you are back!


I am longing to meet you,
The emptiness within is trying hard,
To find words to express it all,
Yet a smoke of silence lingers around.

I want you back in my arms,
Feel the tenderness as I kiss thy lips again.
Your fragrance still lingers around at home,
But the loneliness continues to haunt my heart.

I know you have promised,
You have promised you will be back soon,
The wait although not never-ending is getting longer,
And with time my heart is growing fonder.

These moments of silence in your absence,
Are the hardest one to fight off.
Yet I fight them all with vigour,
For I know our love is only getting stronger.

Until you are back in my arms again,
Your memories are my only friends,
I play them in mind in an endless loop.
Sometimes I smile, Sometimes I cry,
The fondness I have for your,
Despite expressed in words remains unexpressed.


Cheers and Peace ~ Vijay Shenoy A.K.A #GabbyVJ

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  1. Superlike ...pic n poem ...:)

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  2. Superlike ...pic n poem ...:)

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  3. How sensual and loving! I enjoyed being wrapped up in the arms of this poem. :-)

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    1. Thank you Tameka... Glad you enjoyed my style of writing... Do check out there are many more of such poems of mine.

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