He paints me. I’m a fantasy – a chimera, yet he paints me. He believes I’m an angel. Pure. Untouched. Gentle. Unrealistically fabulous. He has not known me. Just felt me. I’m his muse. The diva. The gift of his life.
What he does not know is I’m a deception.
I can kill but not create.
I’m a mirage.
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**Its Thousif's birthday today. Wishes for him !!
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Nice dedication anu..
love,
Nikhil
i have loved you all these years but giving up now
hope you live, that's all i really hope, you live
loved it...rather was intrigued by it..
:)
Euphoria makes you a Muse.
Hence proved.
A Very Happiee Birth Day to Thousif. :)
I like your blog although its my 1st visit..
Nice carvings.....
Keep up!
take care and keep writing...........
may god bless bless you !
well written post :)
and this was an amazing piece. for a moment if felt like Tulika's style - mention of the painter, abstract reference to him and other similarities. i was wondering if this is a guest post.
beautifully penned. you are amazing as always.
:)
it was not a dedication sweetoo! Just that both the things were bundled up :P
Move on....
it wasn't meant to understood..just felt. Its an abstract post,nothing to do with reality.
:)
*winks*
thanks!!
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:)
thanks!
keep visiting :)
:)
so i hope you've liked it at least :)
thanks !
how true!
:)
uncanny resemblance you can say :)
thanks!!