Some thirsts are tough to fill;
Stubborn dreams keeps fying high,
Some memories refuses to die.
Hopes that are born of love,
Marches on and are hard to kill.
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Some thirsts are tough to fill;
Stubborn dreams keeps fying high,
Some memories refuses to die.
Hopes that are born of love,
Marches on and are hard to kill.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Book, love, Poetry, romantic poem, romantics on December 2, 2013| 2 Comments »
The unfinished book
with blue gold cover
keeps calling me back
Not all books are
Read from cover to cover
Not all books are
About knights or lover
Some old books
Just lets you sing
It’s moldy old pages
Strikes a forgotten string
Read this book
From where someone left
To its beginning
Feeling the pages it kept
Some old books
One fails to finish
Yet their charm
Fails to diminish
Unread last few pages
Hum of jazz n blue
Enigma of untold ballad
Promises yet to brew
Some are never
Touted on a rack
Book with blue gold cover
Keeps calling me back