The pursuit of happiness is a chase for a lifetime..

Mar 3, 2009

I don’t know why…


...I got a diamond studded wrist watch the other day... ‘I got a gift!’

`long before I could convince myself…I fondled with the chain, the case, the dial…stared at the name of the watchmaker…and I kept quiet…

…for all the things he couldn't do for me; for all the things he will not do for me; for all the unintended disheartening words he ever said and for the love that would just go…that was the most ridiculous apology…

…for nothing can make up for it!
posted by Rashi at 8:38 AM

14 Comments:

//and I kept quiet…//
Silence speaks a million words no doubt but is that the solution !

Good one
TC
CU

March 3, 2009 at 5:41 PM  

Rashi,

I agree that nothing can make up for neglect towards loved one. It was difficult to read the poem inspite of enlarging it on the picture. Last words are full of confidence and compassion, I think inspite of being hurt.

Take care

March 3, 2009 at 10:30 PM  

words r d most lovely things at times n words can b d harshest too...they can make or break a person...

n words can mend smthn too...so speak...silence dsnt always do justice

March 3, 2009 at 10:52 PM  

Gifts can never wash the pains away... point well made...

have a nice day da... talk later... hope work is less hectic today... take care... cheers...

March 4, 2009 at 12:36 AM  

ohhh that's so true a fact.
Nothing can compensate for a hurt caused out of true love!

March 4, 2009 at 9:40 PM  

Yes, sometimes nothing can make up for it...

March 5, 2009 at 4:10 AM  

really? it is in attempt,
sometimes we should let go.

March 5, 2009 at 10:17 AM  

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March 10, 2009 at 3:49 AM  

nicely expressed ! A gift and feelings expressed through words !

Back to bloggni after long.. hope to read more from u

March 10, 2009 at 6:58 AM  

You know, as they say, Men are different...

March 10, 2009 at 8:22 AM  

gifts cannot buy happiness or peace of mind!i wonder when will some ppl understand that. Really very well expressed.

March 10, 2009 at 9:49 PM  

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March 11, 2009 at 9:03 AM  

Pockets of my heart, making me miser
Churning my love before it gets finer.
Opening from bottom loosing my thoughts
Pockets of my heart keep her feelings out.

March 11, 2009 at 9:04 AM  

There is a very thin line between love and feeling called love... what you seem to have found in ur verse is that line - where one wonders is it actually love of just a ...

nicely put feelings...

April 7, 2009 at 3:30 AM  

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