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Never had someone loved so deeply as they.
They lived together.
Under a sacrilegious bond.
With children.
In bliss.
They aged gracefully.
Died in each others’ arms.
Yet, no mausoleum was erected or history written.
They were just two lovers -
Ordinary mortals.
But with divine blessing of loving and being loved.
Perfect lovers.


Ria said…
Oh tht was so beautiful!!
Tulika said…

This is Elixir ! Isn't it?
reminds me of the movie THE NOTEBOOK
Harshita said…
subtle n beautiful :)
rainboy said…
The notebook?

liked it :)

I wish I have a life like that :)

take care
Karan said…
Simple and sweet . with a touch of trust.
Scribbling Girl said…
That was beautiful :)
Prashant Sree said…
Beautiful lines portraying the love of the loved ones. Keep rocking. :)
Their mausoleum is the legacy of love they pass on to their children, n their history is written in the pages of heaven :)
forever said…
I'm appreciate your writing skill.Please keep on working hard.^^
ANWESA said…

Elixir - the basis of life. Did you mean this ? Or something else ?
[ Like a reference to some book ] ?
ANWESA said…

Really ? Then it sounds great. Thanks :)
ANWESA said…
Thanks ! Glad to see you after ages.
ANWESA said…

:) Just like a perfect life.
ANWESA said…
@Scribbling girl,
Thanks dear !
ANWESA said…
@Prashant Sree,
Thanks :)
ANWESA said…
@Chocolate lover,
Thanks !
ANWESA said…
Beautifully put !
ANWESA said…
thanks !
suruchi said…
Hi Anwesa,
You have the brilliant knack of saying big things in small posts...
Like here...such a beautiful n simple story of a common love that surpasses the renowned ones for they did no big acts for the world to see but loved each other till eternity:-)

Very sweetly expressed:-)
ANWESA said…
Thanks a lot ! Feels great when I get a reply like this.
Thousif Raza said…
that was great.... loved the angle and loved the lines.... oridary life is blissful we just shunt o think so :)

take care and keep writing..........
ANWESA said…
Yeah, a Bollywood movie had a tagline "There is an extraordinary love story in every ordinary jodi".
reminds of me of my favourite romantic movie of all time - "the notebook" ..

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