Melancholy

Counting days has become a routine
Meaninglessness has taken over
Everything seems to be losing pristine
In fear of being lost I cower

Memories of the lost times
Are all that remain
Lost in the melancholy of her eyes
I can still feel her disdain

I have loved and lost
I have moved on
but to what and at what cost
I dont know...Life goes on and on...






Poetry by Harikrishnan G Nair
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Written on 2013-02-24 at 06:12

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