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Women are blinded by emotions ;
Men by women.


Mayz said… of d best ismz in a long time!!!
Priya Joyce said…
hahahah gr888 mast hei :P
Ria said…
gr8 one!!so true.
Dhanya said…
LOL! I agree! :D
the best one so far!!!!! so true.. hehe..
MultiMenon said…
wowww.. :)

I feel blinded right now.. :P

The Rat... said…

u hit the nail rite on its head dear :-)
Anonymous said…
super! :D anwe-ism is gettin popular! :)

do write acrostics and poems once in a way too... not only isms :D
Harshita said…
hahahahaha... that was too gud
Thousif Raza said…
Really??????, but its so true, also sometimes its also the opposite mehek, dont you think??

good going ya...... :)

take care and keep writing...........
Ashish said…
accurate enough...
ANWESA said…
@all the readers,
ANWESA said…
hope you get to read a poem soon on this blog....
ANWESA said…
@thousif raza,
nay...there are absolutely no exceptions to this :)the converse is not true...

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~Rabindranath Tagore
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Concealed by dark clouds
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Waiting for you.

Amidst Soul-lessness

There is smoke somewhere. 
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The lights are here, the music is here.
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Perhaps. Maybe when it did not rain.
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Maybe when I walked alone, smiling to myself. 
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