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YOU


Yes,I go…..

To the ends of my imagination…

Beyond the valley and the moors…

Beyond isolation…

Bereft of any blanket….

In the numbing cold….

All I see is shadows in the mist.

Illusions.

Mirages.

But not you.

Yet

I do not lose hope.

I wait for you.

Comments

Shilpa said…
Very sad... is there no end to this wait?
Hemanth Potluri said…
pain in the words sis...

urs..hemu..
Thousif Raza said…
hope comes in all shapes and sizes..... well i loved this one as i love each and every one :)



take care and keep writing..........
Rià said…
Hope the wait ends soon!
Bikram said…
wish the wait ends soon ..
you have again written beautifully... loved it

www.mann-bikram.blogspot.com
Tulika said…
:)

Yes... An ode to YOU beautifully written.

Loved it!!
Pesto Sauce said…
Wait and pain are perhaps synonyms
ahan ..that was good.. .. for whom it is for ??? i see a tag.. ' only for you' ???
Pri said…
hope never dies!! it is immortal and it our constant desire to keep it alive that has made it so :)

well written!
viddhi said…
amazingly beautiful/....short simple yet so moving .....loved it ... u have a new follower to your blog .. :) !

keep smiling..! :)
Anwesa said…
@Shilpa,
I hope there is an end.
Anwesa said…
@Hemu,
Yes,pain aplenty.
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
And your words encouraged me, as always.
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
:) That's so sweet of you !
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,
Thanks !!
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
:) Thanks dear !
Anwesa said…
@Pesto Sauce,
Yes,you're almost right.
Anwesa said…
@Daydreamer,
Thanks for the compliment !

Yes its "only for you" where "You" is a figment of my imagination.
Anwesa said…
@Pri,
thanks dear !
Anwesa said…
@Viddhi,
thank you dear !!!
and i will be waiting for you all my life
Anwesa said…
@redemption....,

:)

easy to say, hard to do.

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