Memories
Written by Raj Halve
April 17, 2008
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When the sun rising
breaks a heart again
the rays dont shine
but bring back the smells
of crumpled linen
of sweat and tears.
Memories.
when the broken road
outside my door
leads no more
to where it does
but instead
takes me back
to gazes locked
to hands entwined.
Memories.
when a simple morsel
doesnt feed anymore
but reeks
of legs brushing
of shared hands and mouths.
Memories.
when night
brings no succour
when every waking minute
i dream
of when i was alive
of when i had you.
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What do you call a guy who has worked for 22 years across sectors as varied as airlines to tobacco? or to a guy who has worked in places as varied as Mumbai, Dubai and London? Or whose passions are as diverse as photography, jazz, travelling and poetry? Or who has travelled to over 35 countries from Mexico to Maldives? or who runs a food company by day, a wine business by evening and a website at nite? Well... I dont know what you would call me...I would call myself Raj :)
of when i was alive….I agree love keeps people alive! Such a beutiful poem, and a wonderful writing style!
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