to you / to self ...to have been shelved.

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the lover in me (for the woman) :

my love for you is true,
nothing in me can be as real as this.
And if you say no now;
i swear i'll be blue.
Should i do this flowers?
Or this old fashioned poem would do!
Honey there's no pain like Lonely.
i know you care not for trifles,
But if these moist eyes are unworthy still,
i'll leave as soon as i pay the bill.



Above - ( memories of a dingy restaurant at statue called Annapoorna,a woman across the table,coffee black and a rose in the bag,poem in hand ,and a broken heart inside )







Below - ( when you spent nine days calling out for freedom )




to bid bye....



My eyes can lie,
They'll never beg to die,
But this blood wants to run dry.
This heart wants friends to cry.
All the mind wants is to ask why:
this air i still breathe shy !
When all i want to do is bid bye.





.....and all this from years ago....one for a woman,one for self and none the better,but to shelved rather than paged .



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