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!
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….
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
When I'm born,I'm jeered at.When I'm a child,I'm made to believe that my reason for existence is somebody else.While I'm growing up,I'm discouraged to question.My brain and heart are numbed.I cannot die too,since it will bring infamity to my family.People would say,"At this age,what could have forced her to terminate herself ? She failed to materialize her fantasy.Such bad morals." I fast for the well-being of my father and brothers.When I outgrow my frocks,I'm let off to another household.There, I work for others, without pay.I have children but they treat me like a door-mat.Here too,I fast for my husband's and childrens' long,peaceful life.When the man of the house,who happens to be my "husband" dies,I shed a part of my soul.I have no right to live then,I just breathe and sit in a corner.Rest of my life is spent in praying-for death.They say, "Woman needs a man.In childhood,its father.In youth,its husband and in old age,i
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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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thanx gal...
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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. :)
Cheers
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thanx dear!!!
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just passed by this blog...
thanx 4 visiting!!!
thanx...
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!!!