Pangs of love, when it hurts
Dreams die. The few remain
Are portrayed in monochrome
The hues, the aromas, the tastes
All black and white….
Scattered along in vastness.
The one feeling I want to
That I belong to someone, somewhere.
Yes, I do
Just a rainbow in between.
Inspired by a poem by one of my best friends, Shweta, who blogs at Sunshine and Zephyr
Scattered Thoughts 
The few that remain is what hurt the most. The few that remain drag along the rest. The few that remain is what counts & leave the scars.
Your poems are out of the world and why are they all sad these days Mani? 🙂
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Thanks a lot, Ranju… 🙂
…because you know, honestly, it’s easier to write sad, tragic words. Writing some humorous stuff, is tough, real tough. As a writer, I know you can understand what I’m trying to convey… 🙂
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Oh yes! Totally. 🙂
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Sadly, I can relate.
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It has happened with all of us… at some point in life…:-)
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A very vivid emotional picture of love. Beautifully presented, Maniparna. 🙂
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Thank you…so happy you liked my take on this… 🙂
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Touching
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Balroop said what I might have said. The rainbow colors between all the back and white events are the bold ones, a happy ending in your poem. ♡
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Thank you.. 🙂 a silver lining at the end, you may say… 🙂
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Yes, the silver lining is a good way of looking at it. 🙂
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🙂 ..
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This is touching, I love the black and white memories, it gives the whole poem and almost cinematic feel. I love what this says and how it say it, Simply beautiful.
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Thank you so much for the encouraging words. This is a clichéd topic, I know, but still wanted to interpret it in my own ways….glad you liked it… 🙂
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The topic may have been done many times before but I find there are always plenty of new ways to write about it.
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Yes, it’s perhaps one eternal topic to write about… 🙂
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Lovely, this one is really nice Maniparna, I like the simile between the coloured and the black and white parts. Very well portrayed 🙂
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Thank you so much, Vinay… just made my day… 🙂
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Haunting and beautiful! And, the frail optimism… that I belong to someone, somewhere…
It’s so lovely, Maniparna!
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Yes, you know…the relentless optimistic… that is me… 😀
Thank you so much… 🙂
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Your words about love brings an air of mystery which I find very enticing:)
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Thanks, Vishal… I find the words really encouraging… 🙂
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Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing this
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Glad you liked it… 🙂
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You’re most welcome. We missed you at MiddleMe!
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Beautiful text and very nice photo.
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Thank you so much… 🙂
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A positive thought in the end added to the charm of this poem. Loved it for that!
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Thanks..I’m a very positive person… 😀 incorrigible, as my husband says…
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such a beautiful write ❤
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Thank you… 🙂
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Aah! lost love. Beautifully rendered.
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Thanks… 🙂
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The flow of the poem seems as natural as nature and emotions itself.
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Thanks, Chaitali…a clichéd subject though… 😀
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Pangs of love…that’s destiny of most affairs of heart. Probably the pain of separation and loss is what ascertains it was love; something that may not happen if one attains the object of one’s love.
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Probably the pain of separation and loss is what ascertains it was love- true that..unless we are apart from it, we fail to understand the real value… 🙂
Thanks, Alka… 🙂
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So beautiful!
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Thank you… 🙂
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Love and hurt…. good one 🙂
Especially you have chosen to keep some of the pic in color and some in b&w.
Have a great weekend!
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Thank you… thought of writing again on love or the lack of it… 😀
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Good thought 🙂
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🙂 …
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I love the last line Mani. When there is rainbow in between, there is hope, there is healing and there is love, which is never black and white. If it happens to be, it was never love!
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Absolutely..! Thank you so much… 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you… 🙂
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Pangs of pain, the lost feeling and the fading memories of lost love are beautifully portrayed in your poem Maniparna, as also the need to belong and the hope that someone is there somewhere.
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As they say, there’s always a silver lining in every cloud… 😀
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Very romantic. . Indeed someone is somewhere for us all..
Some of us have met them some will.. God willing soon
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Indeed…that’s life… 🙂
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Ohh…bittersweet, and you put it beautifully ❤
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Thank you… 🙂
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Gorgeous!
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Thanks, Lynn.. 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful poem about lost love…
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Thank you…would you mind using your name next time?..That would make me happier…you can log in through FB, Twiiter, WP or G+… 🙂
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