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PERFECT LOVERS

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.

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Rià said…
Oh tht was so beautiful!!
October 16, 2010 at 11:33 AM
Tulika said…
:)

This is Elixir ! Isn't it?
October 16, 2010 at 12:45 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
reminds me of the movie THE NOTEBOOK
October 16, 2010 at 10:31 PM
Me said…
subtle n beautiful :)
October 16, 2010 at 10:52 PM
rainboy said…
The notebook?

liked it :)

I wish I have a life like that :)


take care
October 17, 2010 at 7:53 AM
Karan said…
Simple and sweet . with a touch of trust.
October 17, 2010 at 11:31 AM
Lady Whispers said…
That was beautiful :)
October 17, 2010 at 5:03 PM
Prashant Sree said…
Beautiful lines portraying the love of the loved ones. Keep rocking. :)
October 18, 2010 at 2:46 AM
rantravereflect/ jane said…
Their mausoleum is the legacy of love they pass on to their children, n their history is written in the pages of heaven :)
October 19, 2010 at 12:28 PM
forever said…
I'm appreciate your writing skill.Please keep on working hard.^^
October 21, 2010 at 3:55 PM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,

Elixir - the basis of life. Did you mean this ? Or something else ?
[ Like a reference to some book ] ?
October 24, 2010 at 12:28 PM
Anwesa said…
@Redemption....,

Really ? Then it sounds great. Thanks :)
October 24, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Anwesa said…
@Harshita,
Thanks ! Glad to see you after ages.
October 24, 2010 at 12:30 PM
Anwesa said…
@Karan,

:) Just like a perfect life.
October 24, 2010 at 12:31 PM
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling girl,
Thanks dear !
October 24, 2010 at 12:32 PM
Anwesa said…
@Prashant Sree,
Thanks :)
October 24, 2010 at 12:32 PM
Anwesa said…
@Chocolate lover,
Thanks !
October 24, 2010 at 12:33 PM
Anwesa said…
@jane,
Beautifully put !
October 24, 2010 at 12:33 PM
Anwesa said…
@forever,
thanks !
October 24, 2010 at 12:34 PM
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:-)
October 24, 2010 at 1:00 PM
Anwesa said…
@Suruchi,
Thanks a lot ! Feels great when I get a reply like this.
October 24, 2010 at 4:09 PM
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..........
October 25, 2010 at 4:52 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Yeah, a Bollywood movie had a tagline "There is an extraordinary love story in every ordinary jodi".
October 25, 2010 at 8:01 PM
ThÑ” SτσIc said…
reminds of me of my favourite romantic movie of all time - "the notebook" ..
February 1, 2011 at 9:19 PM
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