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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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The eyes searched someone. The one she could run to at times of need. In someone’s lap, she would pour out all her troubles.
Nobody came.  She grew up, rimmed her eyes with kohl. But they could never hide her tears.
No one came when her soul was ripped apart. No one heard her cries. No one mourned her loss.
After  a while, she thought that tears were a part of the eyes.