The hundred sixteenth night with youin park, under the moon
The twenty fourth hour with you
in bed, warming in blanket
The fifth week after we met
a date, hot chocolate and nothing else
Fifty eight minutes I waited
you had brought flowers of color I hated
Third of September
we decided we wont talk anymore
Seventeenth November
we ended up in bed, with no future
two hundred thirty fourth morning
you said; lets get married
Eighty five years together
we sleep now in crypt, forever
Photo credits to my favorite photographer till date- Hardik Photography
Whoa.! Thats awesome..especially the concluding lines. Aavika dhanda kmaal ki ladki h. MERI dost. :D
ReplyDeletehahah! thank you pandey. i love you.
DeleteThis was so beautiful. Like a ship sailing on a calm sea this tale went on smoothly and touched the horizon in a sweet spot. This was awesomeness!
ReplyDeletehow beautifully you have painted this very comment. I am a huge fan of yours, really.
DeleteYou are awesome man.....what ways .....what usage of words...and I could imagine it all :)
ReplyDeleteVery very beautiful :D Kya kamaal likhti ho yaar :)
itna sunder comment! thank you so much!
Deleteawesomeee !!!
ReplyDeletethank you :)
DeleteAwesome. I really, really like this a lot. It's really well done.
ReplyDeleteHi Rhi. Am glad you liked it :) thank you so much
DeleteAn account of love , so beautifully presented,
ReplyDeleteA poem just so splendid!
This touched the heart and the soul,
Love really is above all.
And lucky are those who realise,
This thing is pure bliss , a pleasant surprise !
you wrote a beautiful poem here :) thank you so so much for commenting. keep visiting..
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