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You passed through me
like smoke passes through my fingers
Either touching me or swaying on my touch
mingling with me or not allowing to saunter

I knew you since decades, My Man
But, Somehow you are sculpted again
Reassuring but divided
free yet strangled

To the paths where you would lead
are Intentional;
Sway or play
Yay or Nay

You are born for returning to Clay!

Author's Note

Be Honest Please!

Reviews

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Love is a beautiful thing when it is gained but a tragic muse when it is lost.

Most often love is lost when we fully come to understand that the person we do love is not the person we first came to love. People change, and our affections change with them.

An interesting perspective on the theme of love and loss, with your final line invoking some deeper thoughts.

Nice work.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

doodley your poetry makes me still.....Thankyou for these lovely words. I am very glad you liked it :)

[Laconic Meraki]

"Free yet strangled"
Deep.
Those 3 words speak to me VERY loudly.

I love how you included that there is an option.
💜

[Costa Siwale]

Written with an air eloquence
wonderfully penned

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem.
"To the paths where you would lead
are Intentional;
Sway or play
Yay or Nay"
the above lines. Amazing. Thank you Pragati for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Hebe]

I felt the discovery of something that dawned on you... the realization that change is inevitable with the passage of time... sad and wise, lovely words.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Yes truly said!
Change is actually a base on which our being and existence depends.
Thankyou soo much Hebe

[Najam Us Saher]

I didn't imagine where your words will lead to in the last line. I liked the end.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Ohhhhhh thankyou soo much Najam

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome.

[Mavericks]

Trans-formative poetry. Out of the Box. Tired of reading Romeo-Juliet stereotypes. You are one New age poet! Keep up the good work.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

Thanks Siddharth :)
I am glad you loved it