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YOU - AN ODE TO THE PAST




Won’t forget you ….

Won’t remember you either.



Won’t forgive you..

Won’t accept yours either.



Won’t touch you…

Won’t let you be touched either.



Won’t love you…

Won’t hate you either.



Just keep you hidden…

And not let you wither.

Comments

Deja Vu said…
Good one!

Life is at times a mix oxymorons
Tulika said…
Paradoxical...

I so Loved it..!!

Great work.
yamini_meduri said…
Hey Anwesa

its been a long time that i'vent read you...but i wish this new year i will read you more often..!!!

By the way wonderful post...loved it..its different..!!!

Happy new year friend..!!!
Saras said…
Refreshingly different! Liked the unique style of writing.
Hemanth Potluri said…
beautifully written sis :)..

Happy new Year :)...

urs..hemu..
Thousif Raza said…
very beautiful.....


take care and keep writing.....
Arv said…
Happy New Year mate :)
Ria said…
isnt life a paradox!! good one.
lena said…
it is like being in the middle of nowhere with no choices made and no moving on.. but very well penned.
Happy New Year!
Priya Joyce said…
Someone once said that if u wanna take revenge then u shud not cry..and let ur anger /sadness wither away...

felt the same reading this..but emotions r different.
somewer it tells me to keep the past, the experienced, the lessons always with me.
ANWESA said…
@Deja Vu,
yes,it is...

thanks for coming here :)
ANWESA said…
@tulika,
thanks!!
ANWESA said…
@yamini,
i too missed you!! i hope we see more of each other now onwards...

happy new year!!
ANWESA said…
@saras,
thanks!!!
ANWESA said…
@meera,
thanks dear!!!
ANWESA said…
@hemu,
thanks!!!

a happy new year to you too!!!
ANWESA said…
@thousif,
thanks!!!!!
ANWESA said…
@arv,
happy new year to you too!!!
ANWESA said…
@ria,
yes,it is..
thanks for your sweet comment!
ANWESA said…
@tushar,
innocent ? how?
ANWESA said…
@lena,
sometimes life has no choices to offer...


thanks!! and happy new year to you too!!
ANWESA said…
@rainboy,
thanks!!!
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
its not revenge I hinted at,I guess its moving on...

Yes,experience is (an expensive) teacher.
ABHISHEK SiM said…
Stirred me! Beautiful... YOU must have been a wonderful person...
ANWESA said…
@simu,
:)

"You" is past personified.

:)
Jogeshwar said…
i like your perception of "YOU" and the way you use it.. lovely post..
ANWESA said…
@jogi,
thanks!!!

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