Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Break Up


It���s been a year since,
I���ve last been in your bed.
And perhaps now you
Sleep alone.
Or perhaps now you don���t.
And may be you sometimes think of me
Before you go to sleep,
Or maybe you wake up,
Just having dreamt of me.
Or may be you have forgotten me.
May be you love me still
May be you don���t
May be you never did.
But I know and so do you,
For the last few weeks,
Your blanket had smelt of me.

7 comments:

mizfit said...

i'm really getting impressed by ur writing skills Gal!! keep it up.

jm said...

mizfit is in love with you, uglygirl. enjoy! by the way, how's life in ciefl? i have sat on the same tank and listened to the same people. are people who openly proclaim their non-standard views and are proud of it common in ciefl now? best wishes!

Selma Mirza said...

hey there uglygirl. i really don't see why you call yourself that. you write beautiful poetry, and you sure must be a nice person....

uglygirl said...

jm_india:
i have sat on the same tank and listened to the same people. are people who openly proclaim their non-standard views and are proud of it common in ciefl now?
answer: YES YES YES
why do u say that bout mizfit?
anyway welcome!

uglygirl said...

i guess i am a nice person, but can of course still be uglygirl!

i quite love your blog, entrance to the shrine. thus am thrilled you stopped by.

jm said...

one more thing, i liked this post of yours. keep posting!

dreamyeyes said...

are we still talking about the same guy?