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WAITING FOR YOU



Concealed by dark clouds

You keep shining.

Bright streaks of light

Dazzle me.

Enchant me.

And keep me waiting..

Waiting for you.
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Neeha said…
Simple & beautiful..
Advanced New year wishes!!
December 26, 2010 at 8:25 AM
Rià said…
Aah nice....love the moon peeking from the clouds.
December 26, 2010 at 12:39 PM
Priyadarshini Joyce said…
waiting for wat? the moon? :P
December 26, 2010 at 5:04 PM
Aditi..............:) said…
You have the power to say so much in so less words...!!!!

Amazing ....!!
December 28, 2010 at 1:29 PM
Phoenix said…
im struck by how mature you have become hubby...seriously.. i love every word you have written..it strikes a chord with me..
December 29, 2010 at 10:14 AM
Thousif Raza said…
honest and smiple... yet it has that shimmer that glistens just like that of moon and something which i quite cant put nit in words... nice work... :)



take care and keep writing.........
December 29, 2010 at 11:15 AM
جمال السيد said…
In Arabic culture the moon is masculine (male) and the sun (female), so you are waiting for your moon, which in the western culture symbolizes virginity and death ..
I like it, your moon is your savior; your "godot" must come to fill thee with life and love.
You are a poetess. I hear your music, and no exotic words are used. Congrats, Anwesa.
Merry Chrismass, Happy new year.
December 30, 2010 at 12:50 AM
Satwinder Singh said…
Stop Waiting and Start Acting.. :P
December 31, 2010 at 1:27 PM
Anwesa said…
@Chocolate Lover,
Thanks !!
January 1, 2011 at 4:11 PM
Anwesa said…
@Neeha,
Thanks ! HNY to you too!!
January 1, 2011 at 4:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
Waiting for "You"
January 1, 2011 at 4:27 PM
Anwesa said…
@Aditi,
Thanks dear !
January 1, 2011 at 4:31 PM
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
:) Thanks sweetheart !
January 1, 2011 at 4:31 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Thanks buddy !
January 1, 2011 at 4:38 PM
Anwesa said…
@The reader from Yemen,
Thanks for your reply. I cannot get your name so have to address you like this.Thanks for coming here,reading this.
January 1, 2011 at 4:48 PM
Anwesa said…
@Satwinder,
:grins:
January 1, 2011 at 4:48 PM
Priya said…
" you are waiting for your moon, which in the western culture symbolizes virginity and death .."

Can I get back whom I lost. will he come back... ever...
Can anyone comeback after death...

I wish this from the bottom of my heart...
January 4, 2011 at 5:09 PM
Anwesa said…
@Priya,
After-death....I feel they can. In some different form. May your wish be fulfilled someday.
January 4, 2011 at 7:08 PM
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