A little less wall, a lot more fall
A little less cold, a lot more hold
A little less seen, a lot more view
A little less me again, a lot more of you ...
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A little less seen, a lot more view
A little less me again, a lot more of you ...
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© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
1 comment:
Should I? Or should I not?
Or so I think about commenting on your blog.
But you only wrote after so many days ( oops sorry, actually you posted here after so many days, your writings being restricted to others' walls or private spaces), not my fault naa!
So let's try to make sense of this poem of yours, even though this time, it's as simple as one can be.
In love, people fall. And so did you. Your words being so simple again.
In love, people hold each other tight. And so did you with your bear hug to whoever who is close to you now!
In love, all people do is to look into other's eyes. And yes, so did you with your new or the oldest girl.
And lastly, all people do in love is just to think of the other since another one, even oneself, is not so important any more. That's true of love, no?
So now let's end your poem with a practical ending -
And a little less or more or simply a black hole between you and me
- (yours not anymore) Just another Anonymous
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