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ITS DEAD


It was a crazy moment.
I never realized things would get so serious.
 The last minute talk did not help.

 I did the ‘right’ thing before it was too late.

I had learnt to live sans you.

Now its you again.
 But I can’t do it anymore.

 My love is dead - like my unborn baby.

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Rià said…
hmm...break ups are always painful!!
May 12, 2010 at 10:18 AM
Arv said…
These hard steps are taking you to a bright future... always remember that :)
May 12, 2010 at 10:50 AM
Thousif Raza said…
strong.... very strong.... love it.... keep it up.....


take care and keep writing..........
May 12, 2010 at 12:58 PM
Anwesa said…
@Nikhil,
Fiction.

"You" strikes again :P
May 12, 2010 at 4:09 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
Painful but ensures happiness in the long run :)
May 12, 2010 at 4:09 PM
Anwesa said…
@CL,
Thanks for reading !
May 12, 2010 at 4:10 PM
Anwesa said…
@Arv,
Yes,that's true.
May 12, 2010 at 4:11 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
thank you !
May 12, 2010 at 4:11 PM
rainboy said…
lovely 55 fiction me likes.
May 13, 2010 at 2:45 AM
Bikramjit Singh Mann said…
Oh... That was i dont know what to say or have the word to explain .. the comparison made between the loss of someone and then the loss of baby ..

WELL DONE is all i can say it was really very goood ... Good luck
May 13, 2010 at 8:21 PM
Priya Joyce said…
trust once lost relationship once broken cn be the same never again...

u put that very well:)
May 14, 2010 at 5:11 AM
Anwesa said…
@rainboy,
thanks!
May 14, 2010 at 4:20 PM
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,
thanks a lot!
May 14, 2010 at 4:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
rightly said !
May 14, 2010 at 4:21 PM
Hemanth Potluri said…
its only fiction right sis ..but u put all the pain in those words...

urs..hemu..
May 15, 2010 at 8:50 AM
aritra the daydreamer said…
i jst dropped by ur blog..and went through many of ur posts..they r really heart warming...
by the way it wud be apleasure if u vist mine too..its www.jojo407.blogspot.com
comments and folloers r always welcome..
May 15, 2010 at 10:54 PM
Anwesa said…
@hemanth,
yeah...thanks for reading!!
May 17, 2010 at 2:36 PM
Anwesa said…
@aritra the daydreamer,
thanks for being here,ll go to ur place soon :)
May 17, 2010 at 2:38 PM
The Enchantress said…
My love died like an unborn baby.....dis line has passed into my soul from d eyes...
June 16, 2010 at 4:17 PM
Anwesa said…
@Nikita,
:)
Pain...

Will check out your place soon...
September 6, 2010 at 5:32 PM
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