I left myself there

The heart was broken there
It saw all of that sitting on a chair
Learnt to move on, forgot the tears
But the place recorded it all for the laterΒ years

Even the thought of returning to
The place still colored blue
Burns inside making eyes red
The movie played, while the heart bled.

Miles away there are some stairs
Where nights were spent laughing without fears
The earth rotated a thousand times
The stairs deserted, the crowd sublimes

Yet the exuberance of a revisit
Never fails to die a bit
The echo of laughter
Is still heard ages after.

I leave the places never alone
A part of me stays on that throne
Of thorns or flowers it doesn’t matter
All the memories stay there on platter

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40 thoughts on “I left myself there

  1. Aakansha May 4, 2015 / 10:51 am

    We all have that one place where we left a part of us. It’s bittersweet and painfully comforting.

    Lovely poem!

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    • Prateek Kohli May 4, 2015 / 10:26 pm

      Its heartening to see that you can connect to it, Aakansha! And thank you for giving just the right words! Painfully comforting – I see we share very similar experiences πŸ™‚

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  2. izza ifzaal May 4, 2015 / 11:24 am

    So many thoughts this poem brought and yeah that part of us still can survive without the flashbacks of the past! i wish we could relive moments! Thumbs up Prateeeeeek πŸ™‚

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    • Prateek Kohli May 4, 2015 / 10:43 pm

      Reading your comments at 4am when I have my final project presentation at 9 and I can’t get enough of them πŸ˜€
      That desperate wish to relive moments – doesn’t the truth that it can’t be done pierces like a sword?
      Thumbs up to you too Iiiizzaa !! You appreciate and connect, so genuinely ^_^ Thank you for that πŸ™‚

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      • izza ifzaal May 5, 2015 / 4:45 am

        All the very best! πŸ™‚ and when you write with so much intrigue and truth it has to be genuine always πŸ™‚

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      • izza ifzaal May 6, 2015 / 7:13 am

        haha!! so how did the presentation go ? πŸ™‚

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      • izza ifzaal May 6, 2015 / 7:34 am

        Round of applause πŸ™‚ Finally the shackles of project and supervisors have given you freed πŸ˜› Have a greaaat time partying πŸ˜€

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      • izza ifzaal May 7, 2015 / 5:05 am

        πŸ™‚

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  3. Kritika Vashist May 4, 2015 / 11:37 am

    Oh my! I imagined each scene that you described. This is so damn beautiful!

    I absolutely love this! ❀

    These lines are too beautiful for any appreciative word
    I leave the places never alone
    A part of me stays on that throne
    Of thorns or flowers it doesn’t matter
    All the memories stay there on platter

    Keep it up, my friend! πŸ™‚

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    • Prateek Kohli May 5, 2015 / 8:07 am

      Hehe Kritika ! After reading your comment, I don’t want to write a new post now as this won’t be the first one visible on my page then πŸ˜€
      This was undoubtedly the best appreciation I’ve got in like . . . my life !? πŸ˜€
      Thank you so soo much ! ^_^

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      • Kritika Vashist May 5, 2015 / 8:32 am

        Don’t doubt yourself for not writing a post even more beautiful than this.
        I’m glad I made you happy this time πŸ˜€

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      • Prateek Kohli May 5, 2015 / 10:22 am

        Haha you made me happy this time too* πŸ˜€
        And I’ll try ^_^

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  4. cote8050 May 4, 2015 / 12:56 pm

    lovely, isn’t it amazing how places hold our memories…. thank you for posting, Michelle

    Liked by 1 person

    • Prateek Kohli May 5, 2015 / 8:17 am

      Yes, Michelle ! It is amazing indeed! And how they come alive in front of our eyes even decades later πŸ™‚

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  5. AdiC May 4, 2015 / 1:49 pm

    Oh my God… You just left me speechless… You took my painful memories and etched it into your words! I love it. ❀ Can I thank you for this?

    Liked by 1 person

    • Prateek Kohli May 5, 2015 / 8:46 am

      Hehe painful memories are just too much addictive to delete. And I thank you for this appreciation ^_^

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  6. Luminous May 4, 2015 / 2:08 pm

    Nostalgia is such a beautiful feeling! “Of thorns or flowers it doesn’t matter.” Lovely poem there friend! πŸ™‚

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  7. Prajakta May 4, 2015 / 3:42 pm

    Beautiful poignant words Prateek. We leave a bit of ourselves every place we go, sometimes more than a bit.

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    • Prateek Kohli May 5, 2015 / 10:02 am

      Thank you so much Prajakta. Your words are so true and said a lot πŸ™‚

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    • Prateek Kohli May 5, 2015 / 10:06 am

      Thank you so much, Shreya! Your kind words always feel wonderful πŸ™‚ I am glad you liked it. Will try to keep impressing you in future too ^_^

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    • Prateek Kohli May 5, 2015 / 10:18 am

      A sigh is all that comes out after they are played in the mind. I am glad you could relate πŸ™‚

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    • Prateek Kohli May 5, 2015 / 10:20 am

      Yes, and at some places, more than a little πŸ™‚
      Thank you so much as always for appreciating πŸ™‚

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  8. shambhavi31 May 6, 2015 / 4:26 am

    πŸ˜₯ It’s intense and sad. So much pain and despair in these lines. A regretted period in life, cherished earlier with dwindling hope between the lines. We end up leaving a part of ourself behind, at a place no longer ours. Discomfort at it’s worst 😦 Quite relatable. I would like to save myself from that memory if I could. I don’t wanna relive it.
    A beautiful poem Prateek, especially those last four lines. πŸ™‚

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    • Prateek Kohli May 6, 2015 / 4:36 am

      Thank you, Shambhavi. See this happens when your posts take time in coming up πŸ˜›
      And you completely got what I wished to say which is very heartening to see πŸ™‚ Thank you much for your insightful words, my friend πŸ™‚

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      • shambhavi31 May 6, 2015 / 5:09 am

        Oh don’t worry, I guess some post just landed on Reader. πŸ˜› Have a look. πŸ™‚
        Your poems sent me on a journey. Haha.
        Your poems are very deep and intense, they have so much to say. I hope your memories find peace. All I need is serenity. πŸ™‚

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      • Prateek Kohli May 6, 2015 / 5:21 am

        The journey you went to was splendid. And you are a wizard of thoughts πŸ™‚

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      • shambhavi31 May 6, 2015 / 5:28 am

        Haha πŸ˜€ Wizard of thoughts ah! A brilliant term indeed. Glad, you didn’t call me a mad woman with random thoughts πŸ˜›

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      • Prateek Kohli May 6, 2015 / 5:37 am

        Haha Galileo, Newton, Einstein – they all were considered mad by this mad mad world. So always feel proud if someone calls you that πŸ˜‰
        Having only realistic thoughts that can only be used for profit is something I am really afraid of πŸ˜€

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      • shambhavi31 May 6, 2015 / 9:47 am

        Haha πŸ˜€ Abhi Newton Einstin kaha se aa gaye πŸ˜› I am on top of the world.
        I swear, thoughts must roll in every sphere of life, profit or loss, freedom is what is important and peace is the ultimate aim. πŸ™‚

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  9. Saya May 9, 2015 / 8:27 am

    Made me remember our college days…and d special place we had der πŸ™‚ great poem Prateek πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

    • Prateek Kohli May 9, 2015 / 1:22 pm

      Thank you so much for stopping by and appreciating, Saya πŸ™‚
      It feels really wonderful to know that you were able to relate to it πŸ™‚

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