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Imprints of love they are
Deep and ruddy.
Peeping into my soul -
I find it untouched,


imprints of love are unloved..
oh boy....
hope it is all fiction that you write....
Ria said…
Aah beautifully worded.
Jaspreet said…
Beautiful! I simply loved it :)
WarmSunshine said…
lovely! and i like what u did with the blog :)
Phoenix said…
Your words resonate with my soul

sawan said…
u shudn hav labelled it as fake. no emotions are fake, fiction - reasonable!

luvd it :)
Thousif Raza said…
makes me wonder... i liked i a lot :)
Bikramjit said…
love is god they say .. so i am sure no one is UNLOVED ...

ANWESA said…
Thanks !
ANWESA said…
Yes,its fiction.
ANWESA said…
Thanks :)
ANWESA said…
Thanks !
ANWESA said…

*hugs you back*
ANWESA said…
What I meant by "FAKE" was in context with the piece. Its not about fake emotions. Its about emotion-less relationships which are FAKE.
ANWESA said…

Thanks !
ANWESA said…
I was talking about relationships in this world.
Phoenix said…
your words echo the emptiness in my soul!
Anwesa said…

P.S. : Didn't you comment before ? Did you like this so much ? If yes, I am glad.

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All Consuming Love

Dear You,

Looks like I have found you.

In the depths of my love, I notice your smile.

Yes, the one you flash after that brief moment of joy.

I feel your fingers entwined in mine. All the time.

Your eyes speak to mine, asking me questions.

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