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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.

Comments

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


hugz
Anil 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 :)
Bikram said…
love is god they say .. so i am sure no one is UNLOVED ...



Bikram's
Anwesa said…
@Chocoholic,
Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,
Yes,its fiction.
Anwesa said…
@Jaspreet,
Thanks :)
Anwesa said…
@Warmsunshine,
Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
:)

*hugs you back*
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.
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
:)

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@Bikramjit,
I was talking about relationships in this world.
Phoenix said…
your words echo the emptiness in my soul!
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
:)


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

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