Monday, July 25, 2011


I can see the wrinkles on my face now.
The laughter lines are more prominent.
The creases, the extra ness and the spots.
 It’s not who I was just a year back.
How things have changed.
You made me change.
 Less looking after myself.
And more attention to you.
The worry lines became more prominent.
The anger lines a little more defined.
Let it Be, someone murmured.
I couldn’t.
I wanted to be the BEST.
The competition killed me.
You didn’t make it easy.
We were all vying for your time.
You never had any.
It was a heavy burden.
It killed me.
It made me bitter. And sad.
And then you left.
And chose another.
But I was always “me”.
The one you said you loved.
How can I change now?
I’m still me.
The laughter has frozen.
And the lines have set in.
My face shows my burden.
The etches of a torn past.
If Only I had listened.
If only I could have…
Let it be…


Leon said...

Nice Poem ,dil se.

Phoenix said...

your words resonate with a forgotten me... beautiful lines there....

Girdhari Ganeriwal said...

Garnier hai na..Chill...

Gaurav Dhamija said...
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Madhuri Banerjee said...

Gaurav, that's beautiful!

Madhuri Banerjee said...

Thanks Leon and Phoenix.

Madhuri Banerjee said...

Thanks Leon and Phoenix.

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