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Monday, 4 April 2016

My Stranger


I was there, and so was he
Time was the same,
Yet it was slow
Desire in hearts,
But oppressed 
Same warm breaths,
But suffocated
The same body and soul,
But weary and tired
Once we were one
But now seemed like strangers
He looked at me, and I looked at him
Yet, were not able to know each other
Were not able to love
But also could not push away
Then why the whims of love
I am I
But, who is he?

Manisha Sharma~

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    1. You caught the right point, Roohi :)

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  2. He was him, once, and is now a mere concept, and that too, gone by...but dil bahlaane ko khayaal acchha hai:)
    And the positive side is that he still inspires you to write great poetry:):)
    I loved this poem, Manisha:)

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    1. Koe bhi kaisai bhi aapko inspire kar jayai, accha hai.. Thank you, Amit :)

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    1. Relationships have two sides; one enjoys the best side, as for the worst side, then it depends how you take out the best from the worst.. :)

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