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MY TREASURES


I had tears…..
You kissed them away.

I had wounds….
You healed them.

I had debts….
You settled them.

I had dreams…..
You turned them real.

I had wishes…..
You fulfilled them.

I had apprehensions……
You removed them.

I had thoughts….
You put them in words.

I had love……
You made it my life.

Comments

MultiMenon said…
and the you is????

Nikhil
ANWESA said…
@Multimenon,
well,that "million dollar question" is unanswered till date.

Thanks for being the first to read and react!!:D
Jogeshwar said…
Magnificence in 16 lines.. wonderful
soin said…
i knew it was the unknown guy.. or it would have been i wanted love,you gave hate sorts of lines..simple and nice..free
Priya Joyce said…
find tat "u" soon dear....:):)

:P
Tulika said…
It's such a sweet poem !

Loved reading it. :)
Ria said…
loved the poem.btw who is this abt??
Thousif Raza said…
well the you, as much as i wanna be that you i am not getting a chance..... hope you find your 'you' who is just the same and more good luck ;)




take care and keep writing..........
cant stop smiling and cant stop reading!
Aneesh said…
Simply touching
:)
ABHISHEK SiM said…
simple and sweet... lovely. best wishes.
ANWESA said…
@Jogi(I'm going Megi's way :P),
Thanks!!!!!
ANWESA said…
@ice maiden,
thanks dear!!!
ANWESA said…
@soin,
:) Dreams are always wonderful coz they are not real.
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
soon...y ?

I wanna give "You" sometime before I screw up his/(her?) life :P :P
ANWESA said…
@Tulika,
thanks!!!!
ANWESA said…
@Ria,
thanks!!!
"You" is still in my imagination :P

**Yet to emerge out of the shell of fantasy,unto the realm of reality.....**
ANWESA said…
@Thousif,
**well the you, as much as i wanna be that you i am not getting a chance.....

lolz

"Chance favours the prepared mind." -Louis Pasteur

Thanks for the wishes...
ANWESA said…
@vicky,
thanks!!!!
ANWESA said…
@AD,
really? That gives me immense pleasure....
ANWESA said…
@Aneesh,
thanks!!!!! good to see you here. How's Divya?
ANWESA said…
@abhishek sim,
glad you liked it.
best wishes for... ?

Finding "You" ????
Hemanth Potluri said…
who is this abt sis.....its so nicely penned :)...

urs..hemu..
ANWESA said…
@Hemanth,
"You" is in fiction right now :P
Aneesh said…
She's doing fine. Thanks :)
I'll convey your regards to her :)
BTW, once in a while come up with some post like you did, old times eh?
Your poems are cool but I'm missing that too
:)
ANWESA said…
@aneesh,
yup,ll try to bring back those old times back...soon....
Phoenix said…
well written... :)
ANWESA said…
@Phoenix,
thanks!!!
Priya said…
That is something:))
ANWESA said…
@Priya,
:) :) nice to see you here...
Saraswathan said…
You have the knack of weaving words into a beautiful theme! Well done dear.
ANWESA said…
@saraswathan,
thanks!!!
the image perfectly complemented you write .. speaking of treasures here is a small write :-

What need have i for coins of gold
if they can't buy happiness for thee
My treasure lies in your smiles
stamped in the mint of memory...
Anwesa said…
@the stoic,
Thanks ! I had googled the pic.
Your lines were awesome :)

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I CANNOT REMEMBER MY MOTHER ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I cannot remember my mother,
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
hum while rocking my cradle.


I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the
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only when from bedroom window
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Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.