Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Secret stories

When I longed to hear your untold stories,

You preferred to maintain silence.

And when life unfolded its secrets

I had no other choice but to remain silent.

13 comments:

Sid said...

nice expressions..

ஸ்வரூப் said...

oops dear friend... its damn good...

Kalpana said...

@sid: Thanks

ஸ்வரூப்: what is this oops for dear friend :-)

WonderEye-d said...

i am dumbstruck too. brilliant lines.

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

Vow,awesome!

adreamygal said...

Beautiful !! So very true !

Balachandran V said...

Very profound, Kalpana!

ஸ்வரூப் said...

http://www.google.co.in/search?sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8&q=define:oops

Arshi Aggarwal said...

You say nothing but leave nothing unsaid! Stupendous work

Rohith J Rao said...

Nice. Simple, yet lingering.

P. Venugopal said...

i must have told this before, Kalpana. some of your poems remind me of gazals. it should be natural since you write in Hindi too and you have the idiom of Hindi and Urdu poetry ingrained in your style of expression. this is your natural style, if i may say so. English poetry with the longing and fragrance of gazals will be a new experience.

Kalpana said...

Venuji thanks a lot for such lovely comment.

anilkurup said...

Well really good.