Who?
It wasn’t me it wasn’t you
nobody pretend
but nobody tried
may be it was me it was you.
Oh gone are those days
gone are those feelings
which made us live
which made us die
it wasn’t me it wasn’t you
strange how did we survive
or did we really die?
Nobody did any wrong
nobody was punished
but both suffered .
It wasn’t me it wasn’t you,
till the time lasted
we tried or may be we just didn’t do
may be it was me it was you.
Oh yeah it was me it was you
Who do I kid.
posted by Harashita R. R. Bajaj at
2:02 PM
8 Comments:
wow i am firssssstttttttttt.....nice words....tcc byee
Nice one...wasnt me...or was it?
Keshi.
hey, nice poem...you back to college yet?
harshita :
wish I could understand the poetry well.but felt good reading about it.
It did meant something deep, something cryptic though. The writer was not sure if
he/she wasnt the one who felt all those feeling or was he/she just trying to avoid feeling
it. It was a struggle between obvious and oblivious. Just the fight in facing the reality.
-ATG
Nice poem :)
to keshi: no it was't u
to monk: yeap m in my coll
I always maintain a thing abt being in love - f**k ego!
helps a lot in the longest runs :D
this is a lovely one.it can be used in the lyrics of a beautiful song
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