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YOU


I’ll know its “You” when-

You see my unshed tears..

You understand my silence…

You make me smile anyhow…

You read the pain in my eyes…

You take me to the world of bliss…

You hold my hand in adversity…

And some odd day,

Be lost in the cold mists !

Comments

Ria said…
why hav u started writing only painful poems these days!?
MultiMenon said…
Why u despo mummy?? :P

Love,
Nikhil
Arv said…
yeah, why such themed poems??

Take care mate... cheers..
Thousif Raza said…
nice... very nice :)



take care and keep writing.........
JoHn said…
why is it true love stories end in separation most of the times, ever wondered about it?

john
http://imeandnotsomuchofmyself.blogspot.com/
k.ø.c.h.ü said…
ahem ahem..shhhh WHO'S YOU niway ;) #cheer up k ;)
Tulika said…
last line - shudders.

You makes Hat-trick. Loved the depiction of "You" every time.
You, behind life.

Beautiful.
Vinz said…
I hope, only to emerge with flowers..!!

:)
Priya Joyce said…
vy touching yet again!!
Esther said…
Aw very nice! :-)
Some lines I like the best -
You understand my silence…

You make me smile anyhow…
rainboy said…
lovely...

Who is this 'You' :P

take care
ANWESA said…
@ria,
i dunno...maybe its tucked somewhere in my mind.
ANWESA said…
@MM,
sorry..couldn't get you.
ANWESA said…
@Arv,
an overflow of powerful emotions i guess...
ANWESA said…
@thousif,
thanks !
ANWESA said…
@John,
maybe coz' the other name of love is pain.
ANWESA said…
@Kochu,
You-a figment of my imagination.

I'm hale and hearty.
ANWESA said…
@tulika,
:)

thanks! that's how I see my You...
ANWESA said…
@vinz,
sorry,couldn't get you.
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
thanks baby !
ANWESA said…
@jogi,
:) thanks!!
ANWESA said…
@esther,
thanks mate !
ANWESA said…
@rainboy,
:)

You-my personal fantasy :)

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