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ALL OVER AGAIN....


Its the same sea...the same sands...and the same skies.
Years ago,you took my hand onto yours and we dreamt of the moon.
We started together, enjoying the journey, heading to the ultimate destination of happiness. Joys and sorrows played hide-and-seek.
But dear !
Today let us re-live that night of love.
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The Other Hypocrite said…
Very nice. The way you express things is beautiful
October 10, 2009 at 6:51 AM
Hemanth Potluri said…
beauty of words with anwesa....i just loved the emotions expressed in the lines sis :)...one of ur beautiful write up :)...me lovin it :)..

urs..hemu..
October 10, 2009 at 9:07 AM
Anonymous said…
how lovely.. very expressive!! :)
October 10, 2009 at 11:35 AM
rainboy said…
so romantic.
living your dreams..what a feeling that would be.

tc
October 10, 2009 at 4:46 PM
Nikhil Menon said…
who is YOU?? :O :O

Nikhil
October 10, 2009 at 5:21 PM
Ajai said…
i can only imagine what happened in the night after he read that! ;)
October 11, 2009 at 10:40 AM
Thousif Raza said…
so romantic, so touching, sooooo goooood, really nice

and waise bhi where r u? dint see you at my blog? busy ho kya?, time banao na thoda yaar :), hope to c ya there soon :)

take care and keep writing..........
October 12, 2009 at 1:12 PM
Rià said…
loved the poem...short and sweet. :)
October 12, 2009 at 11:15 PM
lena said…
Very touching, simple and sweet... Loved it :)
October 13, 2009 at 4:39 PM
Anonymous said…
Beautiful written.
Let the moon shine.
October 15, 2009 at 5:59 PM
Anwesa said…
@Jogeshwar,
thanks!!!!!
means a lot,coming from you....
October 16, 2009 at 11:01 PM
Anwesa said…
@hemanth,
thanks a lot bro !!!!!
October 16, 2009 at 11:01 PM
Anwesa said…
@ekam,
thank you!!!
October 16, 2009 at 11:01 PM
Anwesa said…
@leo,
thank you!!!!!
October 16, 2009 at 11:02 PM
Anwesa said…
@Priya,
thanks baby!!!
October 16, 2009 at 11:06 PM
Anwesa said…
@Vicky,
yeah,it would be heavenly....
October 16, 2009 at 11:08 PM
Anwesa said…
@multimenon,
"You" -- A flight of fantasy yet to dawn in reality....

Very near yet too far....

A fact but stranger than fiction.

:P

Hope you have been answered satisfactorily.
October 16, 2009 at 11:10 PM
Anwesa said…
@AJai,
go ahead,paint your imagination !!!
October 16, 2009 at 11:11 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
thanks for coming !!! I guess I've visited your latest post.

I mean to catch you ol sumtym soon :)
October 16, 2009 at 11:13 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
lolz..it wasnt a poem...but then prosaic poetry sounds great :)

lotsa love n warm wishes...
October 16, 2009 at 11:16 PM
Anwesa said…
@lena,
thanks dear!!!!
October 16, 2009 at 11:17 PM
Anwesa said…
@hobo,


yeah,let the moon shine.....
October 16, 2009 at 11:17 PM
Tulika said…
Beautiful..!!!

If a reader can relate to a creation .. the creator conquers all.

Thank You Anwesa di for all your encouragement. It is such a morale booster.

Thanks a lottt !!!
October 21, 2009 at 12:41 AM
Anwesa said…
@tulika,
welcome baby!!!!
October 21, 2009 at 10:32 PM
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