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TODAY


The eyes which knew nothing
 but love…
Are not on me today.

The lips that did nothing
 but seal to mine..
Are wordless today.

The hands that did nothing
but caress with passion…
Are away today.

The heart that did nothing
but cherish me…
Is stone today.

The soul that was
 entwined into mine…
Is in a different world today.
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Lady Whispers said…
That was beautiful and yet just so sad....conveyed the pain all so well....u write magically gal
October 1, 2010 at 12:05 AM
erer said…
yea... very sad :(
October 1, 2010 at 12:21 AM
Shriti said…
sad :(

but awesome :)
October 1, 2010 at 10:03 AM
Jaspreet said…
That's so touching and beautiful!
October 1, 2010 at 11:54 AM
Rià said…
Aah so painful!!
October 1, 2010 at 1:43 PM
Thousif Raza said…
how do you do it with such simple words and write so amazing ices of literature :) i'm amazed and surprised :) great :)


take care and keep writing....
October 1, 2010 at 7:49 PM
Bikram said…
a beatuiful SAD poem... amazing .. very nice

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October 1, 2010 at 8:14 PM
Timeless Memories - My Bygone ! said…
Beautiful one.. with a sad note..
October 2, 2010 at 4:45 PM
Abhisek Nanda said…
Beautifully crafted ... Touched heart..
October 3, 2010 at 12:11 AM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
the word entwined... oh my..
just says everything that you wanted to say....
brutally crafted...
heart raking...
October 3, 2010 at 1:24 PM
Tulika said…
Infinite reflections !

Beautiful verse. A lovely read. :)
October 4, 2010 at 6:52 PM
shootingstar said…
Really nice the way you have expressed...touchin...

Star was here..n also...is updated after ages :)
October 5, 2010 at 3:16 PM
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling Girl,

Thank you !
October 5, 2010 at 10:16 PM
♥ÐÅyÐяєÅмє®♥ said…
In one word.. painful..

good work girl :)
October 7, 2010 at 1:27 PM
Anwesa said…
@WarmSunshine,
Thanks for reading !
October 8, 2010 at 8:40 PM
Anwesa said…
@Me-era,
Yes...saddest thoughts give sweetest poems.
October 8, 2010 at 8:41 PM
Anwesa said…
@Chocolate Lover,
Thanks !
October 8, 2010 at 8:41 PM
Anwesa said…
@Jaspreet,
Thanks !
October 8, 2010 at 8:42 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
I really don't write literature..it is just that I pen my imagination.

Thanks again :)
October 8, 2010 at 8:43 PM
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,
Thanks !
October 8, 2010 at 8:44 PM
Anwesa said…
@Devil Incarnate,
:) Thanks for reading !
October 8, 2010 at 8:44 PM
Anwesa said…
@Abhishek,
Thanks. Great hearing from you.
October 8, 2010 at 8:45 PM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,

:) Glad you found it good enough.
October 8, 2010 at 8:46 PM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
Thanks !
October 8, 2010 at 8:46 PM
Anwesa said…
@Shooting star,
Thanks ! Went to your blog.
October 8, 2010 at 8:57 PM
Anwesa said…
@Daydreamer,

Thanks :)
October 8, 2010 at 8:58 PM
Anwesa said…
@The Bard,
Thanks !
January 1, 2011 at 9:51 PM
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