Nicely written there, and it's a good thing that I came across your blog at a time when there wasn't a tag at the top of the page... I'm not really that big a fan of tags to be honest :)
Keep writing, the real stuff that is. I'll also go through the rest of the blog... that poem's gotten me curious!
CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS POST… Eighteen months later…. I was beginning to like my work. It was a challenge sometimes. I had learnt to go beyond boundaries. The dreams which had eluded me once, were dawning as reality now. I had my taste of success and as they say nothing succeeds like success. I had developed a knack for solving my own problems. One day , I chanced by a couple who were seated in a corner of the quaint little coffee shop. I couldn’t believe my eyes…. Divya and Sandip…here of all places. I couldn’t help but confront them. Divya was warmer than ever before and Sandip… I knew he was feeling a bit coy..its so typical of him. But I was more than surprised when he asked me to join them. Though I didn’t refuse, they found me going after five minutes. I invited them for lunch on Sunday. It was a fine Sunday morning and my guests were sharp on time. Divya offered me help in the kitchen and I chose not to refuse. My books kept Sandip busy. She could read my mind and went on with h
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….
What do you think of a five year old kid who lives on milk?No food,only a feeding bottle three times a day...That's me,this pic is mine when I was 18 months old.How do you like it? At the same time,I was a big "goon" in my friend circle.My cousin,who was a year older than me,was a weak boy.He always said,"Let my sis' come,she'll set you right."When I came to his place(during holidays),most of his bullies woundn't step out of their houses.Such was the goonda-raj.Even 10 year old boys weren't spared.I still remember how I bashed them up,dragging them on stairs by their hair.One of them was a Judoka.When someone told him that we must have a second duel,he cried,"No,not with her." My parents really began to worry when I didn't eat "solid food" even after I went to school.I consumed about 3.5 litres of milk a day and threw tantrums if it fell short or didn't taste good.My "lunch bottle" of milk was handed to me b
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good work...keep penning..!!!
I have been saying it everytime..but let me say it again... You do magic with words...
Nikhil
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'you' might not be a 'he' :)thanx 4 reading!!
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thanx..ur comment really made my day..
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u made me smile now...i must scream now-ur my gr8est admirer on blogger...:)
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thanx...arrey,mu tah ya bhitarey 10-12 poems lekhileenee..kebe samaya kari archives re padhiba.aau mote janeiba kemti laagilaa.tuma feedbac apekhya re..
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dunno...
and a welcome break from tagathon..! :)
loved the lines dear...
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lovely verse!
Keshi.
dear!!it was 4 all my readers..
thanx for visiting my blog
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CRD :)
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The lines are beautifully honest...
Keep writing. :)
Blogrolling you. :)
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just passed by this blog...
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Keep writing, the real stuff that is. I'll also go through the rest of the blog... that poem's gotten me curious!
Cheers...
welcome 2 my blog!i was celebrating a month wid tags,so the blog seemed "taggy".do keep visiting!!
nice lines there!! but who is this written for?? :P
maybe its for my readers or maybe for someone i imagine..
Meridian real estate
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my my!!thanx a lot dear!!!