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One year is through and those doors are open
But for me, it wasn’t and is still not the same.
I remember every time I crossed that street,
Don’t know why, but I hoped for you to meet,
Stealing the glances, I would peep my best
And I knew my brain was all smiles when I
saw the door open wide.
Those doors still remind me of the heights
of passion and pure joys alike.
One year is through and I still remember that delight,
Whenever I got a valid excuse to enter area of your might,
Butterflies in the stomach and stars in eyes,
Looking for you seemed to be my inherent right!
My happiness knew no bounds when my sight stumbled
Upon my hard-earned prize,
Yet experiencing those nervous pangs, was the obvious,
And never a surprise.
You were then, and still are my own, angelic light.
One year is through and I still remember watching even the
You were gone, and so were the hopes of meeting you
And I did not know what was in store,
Only the surreal visions that the sweet pangs had now flown.
But I saw and felt those doors inviting me in afresh,
Offering me the view inside my past world of roses red.
Pouring on me waters of memories with a splash,
I still enjoyed feeling drops of pure love
making me wet.
One year is through and you still continue to surprise me,
Far away you are, but my feelings for you, still don’t
Your name the other day even now, sparked a fire in
The abode of yours in daylight, of which you’re no
longer a part,
It still gives pleasure to me, asking me to make a new start.
Those doors still connect me to you, and I wish to go once
I’ll go inside, I think and feel those times, putting all the
I still desire to just feel the love for you, aware of my restricted rights,
Now I don’t have any explanation, but I still want a ticket to relive
the best moments of my life.
Love Still by Charu Bhatnagar is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at charubhatnagar.hubpages.com.
© 2012 Charu Bhatnagar