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First Love

My thoughts turn to you-
The first love of my life...
I was young and naive,
But I was too much in love..

You were dark and handsome,
Majestic, and awesome...
I could not be away from you  -
Every day I came running to you...

We spent hours together,
For me, you were always there
You lend me your ears,
And wiped away my tears...

When I heard your sound,
My heart used to pound...
I played with you, talked to you
I cried on you, and laughed too..

I couldn't think of a life without you
I thought I would die without you...
Yet when the years passed by,
We also parted and fell by...

Now when I see your cousins
Roaring down the roads herein,
My heart skips a beat and I
Fervently flashes over my eye

How I wish I could mount you
And talk till I fall asleep on you;
How I wish I could ride you
And feel the thrill of being with you....

To remember the good old days
When we were together always;
Now, how can I ever forget
My first love -my dear old Bullet!!!


Comments

  1. Pretty nice . . :) sometimes i do feel d same for my old toys.. Still i kept some safe on my cupboard.. Sometimes i talk to dem sometimes i wished tat if life had a reverse button.. So i can go bak nd tell many tat u were meant so much to me..

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  2. Thanks Winnie! I was very attached to my dad's bike... Missing it badly.

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  3. Nice poem Nishedathi :)
    Keep writing!

    Regards
    village girl

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  4. I liked the build up of the poem.

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  5. @ Roopz, Thank you... Nice to have you back!

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  6. Mailini Edathi, I am so pleased to know that you liked it... Thank you!!!

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  7. pretty simple and touchy :)
    well expressed !
    http://www.deepakkarthikspeaks.blogspot.com/

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  8. Thanks Deepak for the good words

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  9. Excellent...I liked the flow and the final blow!!

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  10. Ajoy Sir! Thanks... Had been wanting to write something different for long. And then,this happened!
    Very Happy to know you liked it :-)

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  11. This one's a cracker! The twist in the tale was well delivered. I suddenly became wistful and remembered my first bike.

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  12. Ha ha Ha... everybody seems to have had their imaginations wild in the beginning!! I have not got so many comments for one post! (Guess I am getting into the groove)

    But yes, the "first" will always be special - be it a car or bike...

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  13. Well written, Nisha...loved the twist!
    Happy to see you get connected and becoming one of the clan:)

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  14. Thanks Deepa! Glad you liked it...

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  15. dear friend
    on reding i feel like paragraph lines experienced quick 'enter'.There was no imagination. was like narrating a situation. nothing interesting.
    try better

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  16. dear friend
    on reding i feel like paragraph lines experienced quick 'enter'.There was no imagination. was like narrating a situation. nothing interesting.
    try better

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  17. Too bad as a poem, feels like a narrating an incident.nothing to say as poem

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  18. Trickmaster! Thank you very much for your opinion... I dont claim to be an accomplished writer. So, it is quite natural that some people find my writing not interesting. I am glad that you took time to let me know your thoughts.
    And yes, I am striving to be better... Hope that one day you will find something interesting here...

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  19. LOL Nisha, super fun poem. I guess guys would love it!

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  20. Super cool. Had fun reading it. Would have been even more twisty if the last 4 lines were said before you mentioned bullet.

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  21. Thanks Saru! Glad you liked it...

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  22. Leo, Thanks! On hind sight, I do agree with you!

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  23. അനില്‍ നമ്പൂതിരി മാഷിന്റെ ഒരു കഥയുണ്ട് ഇതിനോട് സാമ്യമുള്ളത്... bullet എന്ന് പറയാതെ തന്നെ അവസാനിപ്പിക്കാമായിരുന്നു.. Really good one.. :)

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