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A TALE OF LOVE AND NO LOVE

Imprints of love they are
Deep and ruddy.
Peeping into my soul -
I find it untouched,
Unloved.
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redemption ain't dat easy said…
imprints of love are unloved..
oh boy....
hope it is all fiction that you write....
November 14, 2010 at 1:43 AM
Rià said…
Aah beautifully worded.
November 14, 2010 at 12:14 PM
Jaspreet said…
Beautiful! I simply loved it :)
November 14, 2010 at 2:21 PM
erer said…
lovely! and i like what u did with the blog :)
November 14, 2010 at 6:26 PM
Phoenix said…
Your words resonate with my soul


hugz
November 15, 2010 at 12:58 PM
Anil Sawan said…
u shudn hav labelled it as fake. no emotions are fake, fiction - reasonable!

luvd it :)
November 15, 2010 at 4:02 PM
Thousif Raza said…
makes me wonder... i liked i a lot :)
November 16, 2010 at 10:38 AM
Bikram said…
love is god they say .. so i am sure no one is UNLOVED ...



Bikram's
November 16, 2010 at 7:33 PM
Anwesa said…
@Chocoholic,
Thanks !
November 21, 2010 at 12:15 AM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,
Yes,its fiction.
November 21, 2010 at 12:16 AM
Anwesa said…
@Jaspreet,
Thanks :)
November 21, 2010 at 12:17 AM
Anwesa said…
@Warmsunshine,
Thanks !
November 21, 2010 at 3:53 PM
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
:)

*hugs you back*
November 21, 2010 at 3:54 PM
Anwesa said…
@sawan,
What I meant by "FAKE" was in context with the piece. Its not about fake emotions. Its about emotion-less relationships which are FAKE.
November 21, 2010 at 4:02 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
:)

Thanks !
November 21, 2010 at 4:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,
I was talking about relationships in this world.
November 21, 2010 at 11:12 PM
Phoenix said…
your words echo the emptiness in my soul!
November 28, 2010 at 11:22 AM
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
:)


P.S. : Didn't you comment before ? Did you like this so much ? If yes, I am glad.
November 28, 2010 at 6:06 PM
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