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Soliloquy of a Sonador.............

Just wanted to taste your lips,

Didn’t know when your soul kissed me.

Just wanted to listen to you,

Didn’t know when you became a habit.

Just wanted to let you free,

Didn’t know when you bound me unto you.

Just wanted to watch you play,

Didn’t know when I joined the game.

Just wanted to feel your touch,

Didn’t know when you healed my wounds.

Just wanted to get a life,

Didn’t know when you became my life……


Sneha said…
Very well written.:)
Priya said…

Just wanted to get a life,

Didn’t know when you became my life…

My thoughts- Didn't know when you became mine..
Hemanth Potluri said…
thats so so beautiful sis...every sentence has its own specialty :)..

Priya Joyce said…
sooooo very beautiful.....
Thousif Raza said…
its really beautiful...the last line could need a lil tweaking..... but great work nonetheless....

take care and keep writing.........
Tulika said…

Elicited some smile. Loved it.

ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
Yes..that's a lovely line.
ANWESA said…
Thanks !! Glad you like it !
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,

Thanks babeh !!
ANWESA said…

tweaking ? okay..ll come with time I hope...

Thanks for coming !
ANWESA said…

ANWESA said…
I knew you would.

Priya Joyce said…
u forgot tat i commented :P
Harshita said…
Great Anwesa.. but then we cannot expect anything but great stuff frm u :)
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
@ lil' priya,
yes..lagta hey aaj main doodh pina bhool gayi :|
ANWESA said…
@ harshita,

bowled over by your words...
Jogeshwar said…
your lines are smooth.. the way one line leads to the other is really wonderful...
ANWESA said…
thanks again !! i guess the thoughts were spontaneous too.
Jogeshwar said…
righto... that's one of the traits of a fine poet..
ANWESA said…
:) thanks!
didn't knew that i loved you so much... untill you left to say goodbye

heart opening lines..

u rock
ANWESA said…

:) You sound quite poetic.

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