Dear XYZ,
I wrote something for you, a poem sort of. Tried to use some Metaphors and Similes to express my feelings.. Hope you will get what all I mean and how I tried to correlate the things!!
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Seems like life is a two dimensional array with infinite cells,
People come people go, some in the column n a few in the row.
All like Positive Integers moving from cell to cell,
adding a value to the array, and leaving footprints on the sand of time…
all similar in some or the other way,
though some are Even, some are Odd, and some are PRIME !!
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Ok, Suppose I am an Odd, and you are a Prime…
Hehe. don’t be happy it was just to make it rhyme. :P
neways, wish you live like there is no tomorrow,
wish you dance like there is no tomorrow,
its time to dust off your feet for the next dance floor…
wish you go ahead n ahead and achieve more n more !!
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Hoping to meet again somewhere, somehow,
searching back the same prints, on the same sand…
May be with different clothes and different gloves,
but with the same soul and the same old hands !!
Adding more n more value to the array…and
Hoping not to turn into a negative integer ever !!
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Ok, Good Bye… don’t ever forget the cherished moments,
Remember, though you won’t get but I am your die hard fan…
no no.. jus kidding… that was all for the sake of saying.. :P
now let me wish you good luck, and
wish you get married soon to a bald headed man !!
(open the gift, he is waiting for you !!)
ha ha ha !! :P :P
Keep Smiling !! :)
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Why didn't HE ask...???
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Wish i could go back to my jovial days...
a kid so desirous, searching for a hope in between the rays,
looking up for SOMEONE hidden behind those curtains...
trying to stand upon his legs.. balancing the self against the nature.
Wishing to remove the curtains to get a glimpse of, ...to feel the rhythm of the rain...
like GOD and the kid, playing Hide-and-Seek, though it was not a game !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why didn't He ever tell me what's my price ???
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Wish i could go back to mom's lap..
want to feel the love.. the care again..
this time i promise, will feel it from deep my heart..
what the mother means to a baby, and what the baby to a mother,
Touching those hands again..wishing she would love me the limits beyond...
no more cravings would left for the touch evermore, my heart has for a long !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice..
Why He forces me feel like i don't have heart, but a slice ???
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Wish i could go back to the nearby house..
want to fight again with the fat stubborn child..
again.. wish to play with the image i loved the most..
want to re-step all the footprints again..i have lost,
Wish to have once again.. that roller coaster ride...
wish to see those planes and those yellow kites !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why always behaves like He is the master of disguise ???
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Yes, really i wish i could get back to those moments of my life..
finding it easy to heal all my wounds, if going back to be a child,
At least a hope, an expectation, and a Mother to care, when a baby cries...
looking for a hand against these tears, no-one else knows what they really price,
To erase all those colorful fingerprints from the wall of my heart..
and to be assured i would not remember that yesterday anymore..
wishing for someone to lock that door, no-one can open evermore !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why doesn't He like if i would want to sleep..want to close my eyes ???
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Realizing the fact..there is no way to get back to my jovial days...
again so desirous, again searching for a hope in between the rays,
again feels like i am playing Hide-and-Seek, though not with God.. but SOMEONE ELSE..
Again wish to remove the curtains to get a glimpse of.. to feel the rhythm of HER presence,
want to voice my feelings.. but always ends up with what doesn't make sense !!
With due respect to the word "commitment"... want to ask looking into her eyes...
"So grant me the honor that i ask of thee...
if i want to hold your hand.. will you marry me ?"
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Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why wouldn't He like if I would get more than what's my price ???
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why didn't He ever tell me what's my price ???
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Thanks for being so patient while reading my "Essay-sort-of-Poem" :P
God Bless You !! :)
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Wish i could go back to my jovial days...
a kid so desirous, searching for a hope in between the rays,
looking up for SOMEONE hidden behind those curtains...
trying to stand upon his legs.. balancing the self against the nature.
Wishing to remove the curtains to get a glimpse of, ...to feel the rhythm of the rain...
like GOD and the kid, playing Hide-and-Seek, though it was not a game !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why didn't He ever tell me what's my price ???
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Wish i could go back to mom's lap..
want to feel the love.. the care again..
this time i promise, will feel it from deep my heart..
what the mother means to a baby, and what the baby to a mother,
Touching those hands again..wishing she would love me the limits beyond...
no more cravings would left for the touch evermore, my heart has for a long !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice..
Why He forces me feel like i don't have heart, but a slice ???
-----------
Wish i could go back to the nearby house..
want to fight again with the fat stubborn child..
again.. wish to play with the image i loved the most..
want to re-step all the footprints again..i have lost,
Wish to have once again.. that roller coaster ride...
wish to see those planes and those yellow kites !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why always behaves like He is the master of disguise ???
-----------
Yes, really i wish i could get back to those moments of my life..
finding it easy to heal all my wounds, if going back to be a child,
At least a hope, an expectation, and a Mother to care, when a baby cries...
looking for a hand against these tears, no-one else knows what they really price,
To erase all those colorful fingerprints from the wall of my heart..
and to be assured i would not remember that yesterday anymore..
wishing for someone to lock that door, no-one can open evermore !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why doesn't He like if i would want to sleep..want to close my eyes ???
-----------
Realizing the fact..there is no way to get back to my jovial days...
again so desirous, again searching for a hope in between the rays,
again feels like i am playing Hide-and-Seek, though not with God.. but SOMEONE ELSE..
Again wish to remove the curtains to get a glimpse of.. to feel the rhythm of HER presence,
want to voice my feelings.. but always ends up with what doesn't make sense !!
With due respect to the word "commitment"... want to ask looking into her eyes...
"So grant me the honor that i ask of thee...
if i want to hold your hand.. will you marry me ?"
-----------
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why wouldn't He like if I would get more than what's my price ???
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why didn't He ever tell me what's my price ???
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Thanks for being so patient while reading my "Essay-sort-of-Poem" :P
God Bless You !! :)
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