Bridge, Trees and A Hug So Tight

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Some wait for the spring,
Others walk barefoot on a hot summer day.
Unwary of the season, I sit under the same tree,
Since you went far far away.

The bridge is covered with snow now,
Like memories, tears too have iced up.
Heart is numb with endless pain,
Merely longing for your gentle touch.

Wish the twilight moon takes my message,
Wherever you might be.
Someone who loves you so dearly,
Is sitting under the same tree.

Come, sweep me off my feet,
Pour passionate kisses till I say so.
I wear your favorite dress on most days,
The one with pink flowers and hint of indigo.

127 days so far, I count,
Morning, noon and night.
Since you wrapped your arms around me,
Bidding goodbye with a hug so tight.

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Comments

  1. Writefully YoursFebruary 15, 2015 at 11:34 PM

    Ah! Beautiful. Love, in the backdrop of changing seasons. Change of seasons signify so much - time, state of mind,- or the lack of changes. It's a naturally beautiful analogy.

    You are entering the realm of the darkside- love, relationships, loss etc! I
    love it :)

    P.S. This picture is Hoboken River Front , I believe

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    1. Writefully YoursFebruary 15, 2015 at 11:35 PM

      Btw, does 127 has a significance?

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    2. Writefully YoursFebruary 15, 2015 at 11:39 PM

      Oh Boy! Third comment on the same post! How come in this time and age, you can't edit a comment? Baffles me...

      Anyways, on a last thought...this poem reminded me of my own lines from a poem..thought I would share :)

      आज कह दे कुछ ऐसा कि ख़ुदा भी मुस्कुरा दे
      जिसे सुनने के इंतज़ार में ना जाने कितने मौसम बदले
      पतझड़ के बाद अब हमारे दिलों में भी तो बहारें खिलें
      जीवन का यह अंतिम संवाद सा लगता है
      क्योंकि अबके हम बिछड़े तो शायद कभी ख्वाबों में मिलें....

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    3. Saru SinghalFebruary 21, 2015 at 10:37 AM

      127 days represent guilt. I am reading a friend's novel and from past two weeks I am on page no. 127. :P I guess, your guilt reflects in your writing.

      Beautiful verse, Prateek. Keep on sharing and many many congratulations on the sixth anniversary. And I am not sure of the picture, sorry.

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  2. RachnaFebruary 15, 2015 at 11:41 PM

    The same questions about the number as Prateek above. Lovely haunting lines about changing seasons and changing phases of love.

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 21, 2015 at 12:07 PM

      It's nothing more than guilt. :P

      Thanks for reading!

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  3. SimranFebruary 16, 2015 at 12:44 AM

    Heart wrenching!

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  4. UppalFebruary 16, 2015 at 3:43 AM

    Many shades of romance!

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  5. Cloud NineFebruary 16, 2015 at 8:51 AM

    Wow...touching poem. 127 days so far??

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  6. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 8:55 AM

    Beautiful..raising beautiful images in slow motion. Loved it.

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  7. UnknownFebruary 16, 2015 at 12:11 PM

    It's very beautiful. Very very beautiful. Saru dear, can you please tell me why is it 127 days? Why not 200 or 361?

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 21, 2015 at 12:48 PM

      I am amused by the number of questions on the number. :P

      It's simply where I was stuck in a book, Namrata.

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  8. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2015 at 3:01 AM

    So sadly romantic.

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  9. BikramFebruary 17, 2015 at 4:48 AM

    that is so my story it seems ..

    a lovely poignant poem , romantic too and touching ...

    Take care

    Bikram's

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  10. Red HandedFebruary 17, 2015 at 12:51 PM

    I could actually feel that tight hug 127 days back.
    This was a beautiful work SARU!!!

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  11. K.A. AcharyaFebruary 17, 2015 at 1:29 PM

    I could feel the pain, and yearning through your words. Wonderful poem, Saru.

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  12. Dark KnightFebruary 17, 2015 at 10:18 PM

    Wow, great poem and great picturization Saru. Glad I visited your blog after such a long layoff from blogosphere!

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  13. Ranjana's craft blogFebruary 18, 2015 at 12:51 AM

    Very beautiful and romantic Saru. Why127?

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 21, 2015 at 1:32 PM

      Thanks and it's just a page number I am stuck at.

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  14. joshi danielFebruary 18, 2015 at 1:44 AM

    that is beautiful :)

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  15. RamakrishnanFebruary 18, 2015 at 6:55 AM

    You are truly a romantic

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  16. Ravish ManiFebruary 19, 2015 at 12:03 AM

    Emotions are very intense yet beautiful. That's the charm of love :)

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  17. Yogi SaraswatFebruary 19, 2015 at 12:56 AM

    127 days so far, I count,
    Morning, noon and night.
    Since you wrapped your arms around me,
    Bidding goodbye with a hug so tight.
    Very beautiful and romantic Saru ji

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  18. CifarFebruary 19, 2015 at 1:18 AM

    beautiful and emotional, last stanza is very touching

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  19. Lancelot QuadrasFebruary 19, 2015 at 1:28 AM

    This was a beautiful poem.. So much love... so much pain...!!!

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  20. MeowwFebruary 19, 2015 at 3:25 AM

    Seasons always hold a special place in my heart. Beautiful lines yet very touching. I am sure, it will be worth the wait.

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 21, 2015 at 1:52 PM

      Longing has its own charm. Thanks for a beautiful comment dear.

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  21. Someone is SpecialFebruary 19, 2015 at 4:20 AM

    Very beautiful Saru! The last paragragh was so so touching!

    Someone is Special

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  22. UnknownFebruary 19, 2015 at 8:25 AM

    Lovely poem..

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  23. D.NambiarFebruary 19, 2015 at 10:52 AM

    Beautiful imagery there, Saru. :)
    Lovely poem.

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  24. Saurabh ChawlaFebruary 19, 2015 at 11:10 AM

    Wow :) I loved the description of the dress and of course wonderful expressions :)

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  25. PratikshyaFebruary 19, 2015 at 8:43 PM

    the image you create with your words is awesome... beautiful..

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  26. AdityaFebruary 20, 2015 at 2:59 AM

    That's sweet and nostalgic...
    The same question as by others ... haunt my mind too .. the no.?

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 21, 2015 at 2:11 PM

      Just a page number I am stuck at. Thanks for reading, Sir. :)

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  27. ekta khetanFebruary 20, 2015 at 8:32 AM

    Saru, I loved each and every line of this, specially the opening ones..walk barefoot. Brilliant!

    www.hautekutir.com
    www.numerounity.com

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  28. AseemFebruary 20, 2015 at 5:32 PM

    That was a superbly written poem Saru :). So many emotions in one place. Brilliant!

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  29. Ankur AnandFebruary 21, 2015 at 10:31 AM

    I wish I could Create magic like yours with my words .. :)

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  30. SunshineFebruary 21, 2015 at 11:37 AM

    Lovely... :)

    http://scribbleyourthoughts.blogspot.in/

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  31. Ritika TiwariFebruary 21, 2015 at 12:00 PM

    I really want to know the secret behind 127 days? What does that mean ? :D

    PS : I have tagged you for a Liebster award :)
    http://www.indianscrewup.com/2015/02/awards-and-random-facts.html

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    1. Saru SinghalFebruary 21, 2015 at 2:22 PM

      As I said, just a number I am stuck at. Thanks a ton for nominating me. :)

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  32. www.lifepartneracademy.comFebruary 21, 2015 at 11:50 PM

    Truly romantic and heart touching Saru. There's longing as said in the song: Yaad aa rahi hai, teri yaad aa rahi hai....

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  33. OriyarasoiFebruary 22, 2015 at 2:24 AM

    beautiful lines Saru.....pain of separation mingled with the memories of that last hug...superb

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  34. Sunaina Serna AhluwaliaFebruary 22, 2015 at 7:42 AM

    Beautiful...

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  35. SunshineFebruary 26, 2015 at 11:06 AM

    lovely.... :)

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  36. Saru SinghalMarch 8, 2015 at 9:44 AM

    Yes, goodbyes are difficult. Thanks for reading, Ash.

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