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Of late Iv been somewhat disenchanted and I remembered that writing poetry helps me feel better.So here's no 3.

3. IS OUR LOVE DEAD?
I often wondered if ,
we could let each other go.
If we could be friends,
and be content.
If we could be near each other,
and not steal a kiss.

Well,it seems we can.
Both of us intent on moving on,
but not yet ready to ..
close the chapters of the past.

Indeed I've noticed,
the stolen glances in my direction,
the red carpet treatment,
reserved only for the one who ...
shares your heart..
..your soul.

But could it be my imagination?
my solitude capturing images..
images that were not even there,
...unspoken words in an attempt,
to capture the divine love we shared.

Could it be that your love is truly dead,
and you think of me only as a friend?
no longer the queen of your heart..
..your confidante,
...your first love.

Could it be that we've both grown
and gone separate ways?
Could it be that we dont trust..
dont trust our hearts?
Could you love me like before?

Remember..you promised me forever.
We had magical moments,
we made beautiful music,
and yes..we made love..
sweet love.

Is all that in the past?
Surely,could all that love disappear?
Is it truly dead?

I guess time will tell.
For now, all I have to do is wait...
wait for destiny to reveal its plan,
for me...for us,
Will our love survive this test of time?
Or is it already gone...dead?

Thank God Im single!

Hey all, as I was coming to work today, I tuned into a local radio station.Now, the topic of the day was,"The use of protection within marriage." When I say protection, I am sure you all know what I am referring to....'gadgets', as they were calling them in the morning. Anyway,a lady calls,she has been married to her husband for 6 years and they have 1 and a half kids...ie.no. 2 is on the way.She has been suspecting her husband of adultery for the last 3 yrs of their marriage and would like to start using protection when they resume their sexual activities.So she wanted to know if this is wrong and if it would in essence push her husband away.

As I was listening to this story,I was amazed by the number of men who called in and said that there was no way on this good earth that they would use condoms.The interesting bit is, they all accepted that they have affairs and some even mentioned having up to three concubines.In their eyes,once you marry someone, her 'goodies' are yours for the taking and they would all rather have them without any barriers.

And it got me thinking, where are we headed to when the man insists that your body is his? Where does he get off saying no condoms within marriage and then running off with the next skirt wearer he sees? Their excuse is that they always use protection outside the home and they should not be forced to do the same in their houses.Fact is that some of these men are unaware of the proper use of these condoms and can still get infected.

It really is a shame that women still need to defend their reproductive rights in this day and age.My advice to the lady would be..."If you want to stay together, he has to wear the condom.If he is not ready to,the door is wide open...kama hakubali,achana naye.Sex is not just about fulfilling your body desires. It should be about respect. If your husband doesnt respect you or even love you enough to think of your protection and consequent health,then you are better off without him."

I dont want to sound pessimistic about marriage, that is a story for another day:-). For now, all I can say now is,Thank God Im Single.

Letting go

Iv taken a break from the usual poems to write about what I am feeling at the moment. I have always believed that when you love someone,you hold on.You go through life's trials and tribulations together, not forgetting for a single minute what brought you two together in the first place. Then somewhere along life's voyage, I was faced with the dilemma, " should I leave or should I stay?" This personal battle is highlighted in my previous poem and its a battle I continue to face today,five years later.

I have been called a hopeless romantic, an idealist, a 'lost cause'. Personally, I live for the day this world will acknowledge the power of love and consequently that of hatred born out of love. I want to believe that a day will come when each being seeks to improve the life of another, when good triumphs over evil, when I do not have to shelter my heart in a relationship for fear of betrayal.

Idealistic...perhaps but that is me and I am entitled to my beliefs:-)

And as for my previous question...should I leave or should I stay? ....lets just say...Im on my way!

Lost love

They say that first love is a little foolishness and a lot of curiousity. It is on this premise that I wrote this next poem.

2.WHY?
Why did you have to destroy our love?
Why do we leave then go back?
Why do I love you in vain?
Oh, Why is it so hard to say goodbye?

I am tired of loving you,
Or so I believe,
When I leave I remember,
Remember the loving words and Kisses,
and then I cry...

Cry for a lost love,
a would be forever,
a feeling of appreciation,
that touches the most bitter of souls,
that is what you and I shared.

But all that is lost now,
as we are no longer together,
no longer an 'us',
just 'you' and 'me' ,
FOREVER.

Intro to me

hey all,
This is an introduction to me....I have the capacity to love alot and this tends to get me into a lot of trouble... a lot of pain.
In the past, I have written a lot on my pain but I didnt share it as I thought it was too personal..a wise gal however told me that my experiences might help someone else.
So here goes...grab the tissues and enjoy the journey to my deepest feelings:-)

1. HEARTBREAK
A perfect love,
A blissful ensemble,
You and me…
Together forever,
That is what I thought..until…
Until it happened.

One bright Sunday morning,
Called me on the phone,
And said you didn’t love me anymore,
That’s when I fell…
Fell into a bottomless abyss

How could this happen?
How could my Romeo become my Julius Caesar?
Where did I go wrong?

I loved you enough to forget my life’s ambitions,
When you held me in your arms,
All else was lost but the feel of your lips on mine,
You the chalice, I the wine.

I can’t bear it…cant stand it
Why did you have to say goodbye?
One thing is for sure…
I loved you then…
I love you now
And forever will.