Humans of Himachal

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I looked at him
while crying,
I knew
there was no use of trying.
You left and moved
towards the wood,
And I stood there,
like you said I should.
Every path I take is black,
I wonder if you ever
going to come back?
Whenever these roads
try to threaten me,
I wish upon him,
but never came he.
I know you closed every door
which led you my way,
I still keep my hopes high
for another day.

0 comments on “Roads

  1. Love is like fire, warmth and burn both in a package. You have to depend on it even when its not there, its in our blood. The embodiment of love and passion, attimes is like a fire-sea, the greater its waves the more we fall for it.

  2. The emotion conveyed perfectly and coyly with nice tempo. I enjoyed but had troubles with changing POV from him to you and other such things. Sorry if that came out as critical. Keep rocking.

  3. I have read a few of your poems that speak of a nebulous โ€œheโ€, an unreliable love interest. The poems are descriptive of him. How about some poems that focus on YOU without mentioning โ€œhimโ€?. As you search yourself, your poems will begin to say even more. You have a good writing voice that is pleasant to hear. Thank you.

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