A lost love isn’t a lost life. Be strong and you’ll see the better spaces of this world, that has a lot more love to offer.

Forget Him

Forget His Name

Forget His Face

Forget His Kiss

His warm embrace

Forget the love you once knew

Remember he has someone new

Forget him when they played your song

This is one of my favourite sonnet by Shakespeare: that whines about everlasting and eternal beauty of love rather than the love object itself, and perhaps nothing could have shaken the kind of beauty ever described .

SONNET 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

My first shot at Creative Writings. Don’t forget to leave your comments. As a matter of fact, I’m looking forward for some constructive comments.

Swift
As time passed by,
And the wind blows of silent words,
Of lost loves and signs of remorse
Profound
It was, the pain engraved
And calls for unseen tears of foil,
Of diverse vagueness and uncertainties
Yet
These two feet will continue to stand here
And these eyes will carry on to search for the light
And these hands
Groping for little hopes that might exist
Kneading every thoughts
Together with a tainted heart
I will carve a new opening
Another chance
Another life
Another love to come

You can read the rest of this piece of love poem here