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IMAGINATION


In the fading lights of dusk,

Made in pure colours,

Amazing human vision,

Gushing life into listless spirits,

I find you mesmerizing.

No! You are not real.

All the same, you are beautiful.

Truth is far from you.

In the oasis of dreams

On eyes you rest and

Nurture fantasies of what will never be.
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Nikhil Menon said…
Wonderful acrostic... :))

Love,
Nikhil
March 18, 2010 at 12:24 AM
erer said…
Lovely!

Hey it's Mehreen from Simply Me... changed my blog and blog id.

Do visit!

http://the-perfect-line.blogspot.com/

tc!
March 18, 2010 at 12:49 AM
Hemanth Potluri said…
beautiful acro sis...loved it.

urs..hemu..
March 18, 2010 at 9:08 AM
Arv said…
A solid acro with a fantastic finish...

loved it mate...

take care... cheers...
March 18, 2010 at 12:01 PM
Rià said…
lovely dear!! :)
March 18, 2010 at 1:15 PM
Thousif Raza said…
you are awesome... thats all i will say.. awesome...

take care and keep writing..........
March 18, 2010 at 3:23 PM
rainboy said…
WOw...
I could never write this way.
fantasies of what will never be...lovely
March 18, 2010 at 11:36 PM
The Other Hypocrite said…
el magnifico !!! loved this..
March 20, 2010 at 11:58 PM
Rocky said…
I am sorry to say this but I couldn't get what you are tying to say. Can you elaborate? or explain me this piece of work?
March 24, 2010 at 6:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@mehreen,
thanks!! yes,i've visited your new place :)
March 30, 2010 at 8:40 PM
Anwesa said…
@hemu,
thanks!!!!!
March 30, 2010 at 8:40 PM
Anwesa said…
@arv,
thanks!!!! made me smile :)
March 30, 2010 at 8:51 PM
Anwesa said…
@raza,
thanks!!!!
March 30, 2010 at 9:06 PM
Anwesa said…
@simu,
thanks!!!!!
March 30, 2010 at 9:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@rainboy,
thanks!!! i miss your poems though :)
March 30, 2010 at 9:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
thanks !!!
March 30, 2010 at 9:12 PM
Anwesa said…
@haritha,
thanks!!!
March 30, 2010 at 9:13 PM
Anwesa said…
@Rocky,

This is an acrostic poem.I guess this will help you- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic
March 30, 2010 at 9:20 PM
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