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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.

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Butterflies said…
Good one!

Life is at times a mix oxymorons
January 1, 2010 at 6:07 PM
Tulika said…
Paradoxical...

I so Loved it..!!

Great work.
January 1, 2010 at 7:38 PM
Unknown 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..!!!
January 1, 2010 at 9:48 PM
Saras said…
Refreshingly different! Liked the unique style of writing.
January 2, 2010 at 4:02 AM
Hemanth Potluri said…
beautifully written sis :)..

Happy new Year :)...

urs..hemu..
January 2, 2010 at 9:21 AM
Thousif Raza said…
very beautiful.....


take care and keep writing.....
January 3, 2010 at 12:27 PM
Arv said…
Happy New Year mate :)
January 4, 2010 at 10:20 AM
Rià said…
isnt life a paradox!! good one.
January 4, 2010 at 10:42 AM
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!
January 5, 2010 at 8:57 PM
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.
January 6, 2010 at 10:00 PM
Anwesa said…
@Deja Vu,
yes,it is...

thanks for coming here :)
January 7, 2010 at 11:53 PM
Anwesa said…
@yamini,
i too missed you!! i hope we see more of each other now onwards...

happy new year!!
January 7, 2010 at 11:54 PM
Anwesa said…
@meera,
thanks dear!!!
January 7, 2010 at 11:55 PM
Anwesa said…
@hemu,
thanks!!!

a happy new year to you too!!!
January 7, 2010 at 11:56 PM
Anwesa said…
@thousif,
thanks!!!!!
January 7, 2010 at 11:56 PM
Anwesa said…
@arv,
happy new year to you too!!!
January 7, 2010 at 11:57 PM
Anwesa said…
@ria,
yes,it is..
thanks for your sweet comment!
January 7, 2010 at 11:57 PM
Anwesa said…
@tushar,
innocent ? how?
January 8, 2010 at 12:00 AM
Anwesa said…
@lena,
sometimes life has no choices to offer...


thanks!! and happy new year to you too!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:01 AM
Anwesa said…
@rainboy,
thanks!!!
January 8, 2010 at 12:07 AM
Anwesa said…
@lil' priya,
its not revenge I hinted at,I guess its moving on...

Yes,experience is (an expensive) teacher.
January 8, 2010 at 12:09 AM
Abhishek Behera said…
Stirred me! Beautiful... YOU must have been a wonderful person...
January 14, 2010 at 10:36 PM
Anwesa said…
@simu,
:)

"You" is past personified.

:)
January 15, 2010 at 10:53 AM
The Other Hypocrite said…
i like your perception of "YOU" and the way you use it.. lovely post..
January 17, 2010 at 11:50 PM
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