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Whatever it takes, write: Motherly moments
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Saturday, March 7, 2009. She wailed and cried, through agony and pain,. Yet, pulled him out to feel his heart beat and veins. In disbelief she froze, cherishing his cries,. A ‘Mother’ just in, a while it took her to realize. Out of her womb, he cuddled in her arms,. With shivers in the spine, her palms grew warm. His fingers so tiny, soothing was her face,. He walked across it, leaving behind an angelic trace. Hey nice one subu.
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Whatever it takes, write: When I told her
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Thursday, January 15, 2009. When I told her. Clasped in harmony I held her hand,. In search of destiny, early to seek. Meters in hand, a few strides in walk,. Alongside the rumbling rails that witnessed our love. If not now, would it be too late? An urge within endorsed my yearn,. To speak my heart to my counterpart,. Still hand in hand. Though not my words, but my fidgeting hands,. Could I have ever framed those cherished moments,.
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Whatever it takes, write: On my way back home
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Monday, November 10, 2008. On my way back home. The warmth within was melting my pain,. My eyes alone a victim, with tears unrestrained. With the furnace at home feeding the tears,. My memories of her would I let go, in the heat of this soulless fire. Battering the cold, Iam out in the woods. Looking for a bark that’s lonely like me,. I envied those trees which held on to their leaves. Atop a distant hill was one lonely tree,.
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Whatever it takes, write: July 2009
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Friday, July 24, 2009. Soulful thoughts in a lonely heart. It’s been a while and I miss you dear,. It’s been a while since I let anyone near. It’s been so long that I picked a flower,. It’s been so long that I sang during a morning shower. It looked like dew, for a moment was it you,. It looked so beautiful, but never prettier than you. In the muddy murky water, I looked for the azure skies,. To wander any farther. When I told her.
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Whatever it takes, write: Walking along
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Thursday, February 25, 2010. It is an every other Sunday,. Why should I wake up,. When it’s the only day, I can dream of her all day,. When I can revisit those long forgotten joyous days. It was an every other Sunday,. Until they realized it was Valentine’s Day. I shrugged not to bother, until,. When the lights went off, I unceasingly wept and wept,. When my hands got tired wiping the tears away. It was an every other Sunday,.
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Whatever it takes, write: I believe I can win
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Sunday, September 14, 2008. I believe I can win. Once a toddler, one day I started walking, I won then. In love for a candy, I once stole a penny,. Sweeter than the candy, was my confession to my dad, I won then. Overcoming fear, I jumped into the water,. Suddenly I found myself swimming, I won then. Once a loner, one day I made friends, I won then. Someday, when people mocked at me, I laughed with them, I won then. Ever on ever up!
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Whatever it takes, write: Soulful thoughts in a lonely heart
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Friday, July 24, 2009. Soulful thoughts in a lonely heart. It’s been a while and I miss you dear,. It’s been a while since I let anyone near. It’s been so long that I picked a flower,. It’s been so long that I sang during a morning shower. It looked like dew, for a moment was it you,. It looked so beautiful, but never prettier than you. In the muddy murky water, I looked for the azure skies,. To wander any farther. Only am late :(.
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Whatever it takes, write: While it was a storm
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Sunday, September 14, 2008. While it was a storm. While it was a storm, I took her hand,. Holding tight, I promised I’ll be along. Why not a walk when the day was calm,. My answers lie in the storm, in the walk along. Every speck of sand that blew, rubbed me hard. The gushing winds jeered and mocked. Draped by me, she wondered,. Why my aegis, why my clout. Hadn’t she a clue, of the bulging storm,. My angel, thought Iam the latter,.
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Whatever it takes, write: Tribute
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Thursday, January 15, 2009. Poets never die, poems never die. The pen never rusts, so doesn’t the mind. Together we flock, together we boast,. Of this incredible find,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. View my complete profile. Poems : All of them! Soulful thoughts in a lonely heart. In search of you, my smile. When I told her. Morning, not again. On my way back home. Words that propose love.
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Whatever it takes, write: February 2010
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Whatever it takes, write. Often I ask myself, what does it take to write? Thursday, February 25, 2010. It is an every other Sunday,. Why should I wake up,. When it’s the only day, I can dream of her all day,. When I can revisit those long forgotten joyous days. It was an every other Sunday,. Until they realized it was Valentine’s Day. I shrugged not to bother, until,. When the lights went off, I unceasingly wept and wept,. When my hands got tired wiping the tears away. It was an every other Sunday,.