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It was a September morning
As beautiful as ever
bestowing to everyone
The golden sunlight ,rare and precious.

And there I sat under the old oak tree
an old forgotten friend
etched in my childhood memories
but washed from my day to day life,yet always present.

The tree was reminiscent of my childhood days.
Those delectable days with Fiona,Thomas,and Liona
Are now paltry memories
That keep me euphoric even in my dismal days.

Now even they are gone
to different parts of the word
but this old oak tree
has been a witness to both my past and present.

Had the oblivion taken upon me?
That I had forgotten my promise
to remember and cherish him throughout my life
But he still keeps his promise, as true as light on this earth.

He seems to smile to see me today
A unique smile, delicate, bold, unnoticed.
Welcoming me heartily
Embracing the unknown new me.

His leaves rustle
Expressing umpteen emotions  
In a voice and language alien to everyone else
Just known to me.

I could sense what a fool I have been
To have forgotten my friend
But even though we had drifted apart
Oblivion failed to erase our friendship.

Thus sitting in front of you,my friend
I write and dedicate this poem to you
so that even though my existence is washed away
You be remembered and become immortal in memories !!  
Tell me how you feel after reading this.............speak the truth,speak your mind.
Jan 2014 · 416
Mistake
One mistake in life
can change the way
people think about you

You cant help it
Because Humans believe
that no one can make mistakes
except for themselves

Even when you try to explain
They don't even try to listen
They simply ignore you
Just to show that they are the only ones who are right

I know this is inane
But this is how
People are in this world

They are ignorant
They are disbelievers
They are cruel
When you feel this is happening to you

People try many times
to make up for their mistakes
but for some people
they can never really fix it

The mistake is like a mark
That is left behind
A mark of mistake
effective but invisible

No need asking
Who has made a mistake
Because we are humans
And we can make mistakes

Pointing fingers at others
Dont make you a better person
But the other fingers point at you
And show that neither are you Picture Perfect!!!
I just wrote it when I was sad .
Jan 2014 · 1.4k
My Valentine day Love
It was February 14, Valentines day
When I first saw her
Dressed in red
And her enchanting smile taking control of the room

She looked at me and smiled
And before even knew it
I was in love with her
My first love

She was sitting near the crystal clear glass
And the moonlight made her enchanting
I asked her whether I could have a seat beside her
She said "Why not?" and giggled.

I sat beside her
And was carried away in her beauty
She was like a god
Who was born to enchant people with her beauty

I was engrossed in her blue eyes
Which was deeper than any ocean
Her nose was so perfect
That even make Aphrodite jealous

Her glossed lips
Shimmered like diamonds
Making them precious
Priceless

Her snow white skin
And her blonde hair
Made her look as beautiful
As golden sunshine on a winter morning

Her hands were  small and pretty
And it looked so dainty
With her painted nails
picturesque and perfect.

She asked"Dude where are you?"
I was a bit unprepared
She asked my name
I asked the same, and the reply was Cassandra Black.

Even her name was so beautiful
That even "Black" could not shun its beauty
I asked her out for the dance
She said Yes.

We danced and I was again engrossed in her
The alluring maiden
The captivator of my heart
And my first love

It was all going too perfect
I never wanted it to end
But all stories does not have a happy ending
And neither did mine

The door blurted open
And A man entered
Seeming rather angry
And unfortunately was Cassandra's father.

He came in
And dragged Cassandra out
And I never met Cassandra after that day
She had disappeared.

And my first love
Only lasted Valentines Day
And as people say
Valentines Day is a day of Happiness
And the day after is of sorrow
And that saying became true for me.............

— The End —