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When words dry up. A poem (Blog marathon post 12)





When words dry up
And response stops
When love becomes a trickle
And the reaching out drops

When what once came easy
Now becomes a strain
And the heart yearns for familiarity
But there is only uncharted pain

When are you okay, yes I am
 Becomes a measured reply
And it turns as fake as it can get
But  you are clueless why

When walking away is hard
And so is staying on
But you need to
And you are torn

Stick to your decision, walk away
Be strong , this shall pass like a season
 And once it finally ends, remember
It happens for a reason.
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© 2015 Preeti Shenoy

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Comments

  1. Very well written and is something which is so real in the love. Ended it with a positive note and as always whatever happens #ItHappensForAReason..!!! #Inspiring For-Every-Person-In-Love-and-Pain

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  2. Very well written and is something which is so real in the love. Ended it with a positive note and as always whatever happens #ItHappensForAReason..!!! #Inspiring For-Every-Person-In-Love-and-Pain

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  3. True love prevails even when u walk away without staying on...it happens for a reason.loved this post.:)

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  4. Wow! Lovely poem Mam :)

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  5. beautifuuly weaved!!! a plethora of ache, a hopelessness, well described.and ending with a positive note!

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  6. The feeling is beautifully expressed in the poem...it happens for a reason...is well emphasised ��

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  7. Its the sheer beauty of writing poems... the flow comes naturally and whatever is going through in the writer's mind, is etched in beautiful words. Happiness comes when others also appreciate it. I can empathise the feeling. Very well written Preeti !!

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  8. I almost cried while reading 2nd last paragraph

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  9. It's very true, something anything that happens is for a good reason and anything that doesn't happen is only for a BETTER reason ! The emotions are simply SUPERB, Loved this poem very much !

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  10. Wow! Preeti. What a lovely poem, and very true to many of us. Am sure just like me, a lot could relate to each and every word. Thank you for sharing this. It is beautiful!

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  11. Ok then.. Let's say something nice too. You are the wittiest writer in the world happy ;)

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  12. Every line strikes a chord with the heartbroken. Wonderfully written. :)

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  13. You just perfectly described the situation i am in,,, thank you for the inspirational words maa'm... :-)

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  14. Wow - superb! Loved it!!!!

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