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There is something in mourning a loved one.
There is something in noticing that the world is not same anymore.
There is something in walking bare-feet on the Grand Road.
There is something in gazing at those two lotus eyes intently.
There is something in letting your loved one go.
There is something in losing all you have in one go and not weeping at all.
There is something in future that keeps me alive today.


Me said…
A big hug! and a thank u, for posting this.. I needed this today.

Teritopsy said…
There is something in reading this wonderful poem! ;)
Yamini Meduri said…
aha nice one...i loved the last line the most..!!!
sawan said…
being positiv is the way to be!

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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.

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

Your eyes speak to mine, asking me questions.

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