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Just then...

When you know it's the end of something,
When the heart cries for it to stay,
Just then is when all hope is lost,
For things to ever be back that way...

When the moment fades and dark engulfs you,
When the uncertainty isn't far stretched but rare,
Just then is when I want to talk to you,
Not for a moment, but a lifetime to bear...

When the eyes shudder and scream in pain,
When the tears don't talk a happy talk,
Just then is when you want to give up,
Get on your knees and pull a sad face up to walk...

When the reality is just crystal clear,
When there's none to dare and lots to fear,
Just the distant star speaks to me,
That's may be the last time, you'll ever see the tear...

When the world is collapsing to a coin,
When significance of things is a bitter lie,
Just then is a wounded heart healed,
Caressed and kissed, bitter is the last goodbye...

And when the curtains come down on the stage,
When the characters of the act come back to life,
Just then you wake up to reality,
The dream had to end, and you had to see your strife...!

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Wrote the rough copy of this poem as a draft while I was on a bus from Pune to Mumbai, 4 months ago. Made a few changes and posted it today...

The next post is coming soon...

Adios! 
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  1. JigneshFebruary 7, 2012 at 8:23 PM

    good one...

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  2. Bhavin ShahFebruary 7, 2012 at 9:57 PM

    Finally you are trying to get a hang on what I had shared with you regarding the art of poerty. Well done my wonder boy! This comment is more special because I posted it while in Dubai. Keep writing and keep enlightening us.

    Warm regards,
    Bhavin
    www.bhavinshah.in

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