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A Question to live by

To my prudence, love, knowledge and glee.

We spent nights and days, talking endlessly,

Of sorrow, thoughts, books, future, reality,

So close we were but, we never knew why.

A sibling? Lover? Friend? Partner?

We dreamt of living, together and free,

Of doing everything, that we couldn’t complete.

But Alas! Life came, and tore us apart,

Made us, not one, but two hearts.

Never feeling the fact, I carried on.

Never knowing me full, it carried on.

I was never able, to show till now

How much I loved it, does it matter now?


This blog is managed by Abhishek Pathania -A computer science student, who writes short poems on genres ranging from horror, mystery, drama, romance, satire, and fiction. Occasionally you'll find motivational quotes and hand-curated articles on a variety of topics, all capable of shaping conscious awareness.

12 thoughts on “A Question to live by

  1. Woahhh! This is so deeply emotional, I could feel the pain. Some things/people leave, and they take every single bit of our heart with them. We do live just like everyone else, but it’s just a heartless walk through life then. Also, telling them you love them is never a waste. It matters. A lot. Why didn’t you have the mind to tell them before they went away? Silllly. 😾

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    1. Indeed! We got to keep moving. You said it beautifully, spot on.
      I’m not really expressive, so it’s hard for me to convey my feelings/wishes. Sometimes people think I’m being rude, but I’m not.
      Btw interesting perspective 🙂
      Thanks for reading and adding a valuable comment.

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