Come ! Paint my world.

If you are the one,
Come ! Do paint my world.

If you are the one,
Come ! Let me have a good look at you.

If you belong to me,
Come ! Let me share a secret with you.

If you belong to me,
Come ! Let me show you my world.

If you are the one,
Come ! Let me paint you in my hues.

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d2's arena said…

Couldn't visit your blog for a long time. I visited tonight and I was happy to realize few things after reading these blogs. I am thankful to you. Few things are there, which I realize but don't get to express like you. Your posts just transform me to "REAL".
Thanks for being a classmate, only after 2007 I searched your name in Google and found that you have a blog.

October 27, 2012 at 2:10 AM

UNUTTERED WHISPERS

I know it was you, following me all along. I don’t need eyes to see you. It started raining and I paced up. You were anxious about me.You offered me your umbrella with your face hidden.Only if you had understood me ! I never said those three words, but I thought you knew. P.S 1:My first attempt at 55 fiction. P.S : A real big thank you to all blogger friends who made my birthday "A day to remember".

ILLUSIONS OF REALITY...

The more you point out my mistakes, The more you are drawn towards me. The more you try to hurt me, The more you bleed in your heart. The more you run away from me, The more my memories haunt you. The more you want to forget me, The more you are reminded of my presence. The more you want to chase me away, The closer I come to you. The more you hate me, The more you end up loving me. The more you call me an “illusion” The more I dawn as the reality of your life….

Fading Memories

What is with this smile Mamma ? It follows me everywhere, in good times And in pain. During journeys and at nights I rest. Remember how you read me my Nursery rhymes and the alphabet Mamma ? Remember how you waited for me To arrive from school ? Our banters And the laughter that followed. Look ! My library is bigger now, Almost as large as that of yours. Yet, I long to hear a lullaby from you. Sing to me Mamma ! Just like You did ages ago. Don’t walk away like that Mamma ! See, I am your little girl in tears. You taught me how to fight my battles But weren’t you my shield ? I am you girl, grey and portly, But I still need to hear my lullaby.

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