You will never be forgotten
For the change you brought
As fresh as the scent of home grown lemons
For the feel of touch
As intense as the fights for a catch of breath
For that departure
Short, and as sweet as the longest drops of nectar
Savored drop at a time
You will never be forgiven
For the change you brought
As disturbing as the sandstorms of Sahara
For the feel of touch
When felt again
Changing the course of pain in my veins
For that departure
As bad as the plunge of a knife
Deep into my flesh
Shattering the temple of trust and faith
Yes, you will never be forgotten
And you will never be forgiven.
ashokbbalakrishna
WITHOUT WAX 
December 16, 2012 at 3:25 pm
Enjoyed the illustrations.
S. Thomas Summers
Pushcart Nominated Author of Private Hercules McGraw: Poems of the American Civil War
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December 17, 2012 at 2:25 pm
thanks a lot for liking..
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December 25, 2012 at 2:56 pm
good try, liked the comparisons. You could work little more on grammar and vocabulary though.
After reading this, i went through a couple of more of your articles. It has been more than a year you are writing about your lost love! Tell me frankly, does it take so long to heal from its pain? I’m sorry, i’m just curious.
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December 26, 2012 at 11:38 am
thanks for liking Ann. I will try to work on my grammar.
Coming to your question,.. when it all happened, I thought I will be alright after a year. Now, after more than a year it doesn’t seem so. It’s not that I am unhappy, it’s just that the feelings have strongly shaken my beliefs in love and trust and the same has deeply sunken into my subconsciousness.
You think that love is the most worthy feeling in the world and the person you love is almost your life. Then one fine day when everything collapse like a pack of cards, it’s a long battle to find the lost meaning of life..
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