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It was easier to hate than love you.

I chose to love you.

It was easier to hold than set you free.

I chose to free you.

It was easier to pretend than be genuine.

I was genuine.

It was easier to forget than forgive you.

I  forgave you…..

And You and I turned "We".

P.S. : An impulsive desire to create happy endings. I had initially ended it as a tragedy. But then this happened.  

Wishing all my readers a Happy New Year ( Mahavishuva Sankranti ) !   


Jogeshwar said…
beautifully composed :)
Shilpa said…
Nice one but it somehow gave me a sad feeling :(
Tulika said…

The expression is awesome. Loved it. :)
Ria said…
glad tht u turned it into a happy ending!!
Thousif Raza said…
a very happy new year ahead mehek... have plenty of fun :)

as always its genuine and its awesome... simple yet superb :)

take care and keep writing...............
rainboy said…
Wow yaar...dil khush ho gaya...
mast :)
thank you... this made me smile.

take care :)
Bikram said…
Nice one .. Wish I had the guts and the qualities to do all that .. Free someone, Love someone , forgive someone .....

But you wrote beautiful...
really nice one :) happy endings are good :)
Leo said…
yeah, happy endings are good. this flowed eloquently anwe..
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Shilpa said…
Hey...There is an award for you at my blog :)
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thank you!!!!
ANWESA said…
Maybe coz anyone has to work (a lot) to make a relationship successful.
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Yeah :)

ANWESA said…
:) Thanks!!!!
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thanks!! :)
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sorry but cudn't see where I was awarded.
and i did all this for an unkempt promise
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