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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. It’s been long before I revisited those times. Those days when I was full of love and appreciation. This empty room reminds me of a vacant space in my heart now. Somewhere there I had the urgency to do things perfectly. So mechanical was I that I calculated every passing minute. And what would it cost me to be just lazy and do nothing. A long cherished dream, a deep desire within me. Always reckoned me towards the very end of this whole story. I was weaving the whole story.

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Monday, October 15, 2007. I still remember the moment. When we first met. Those doleful eyes and those naughty pranks. The way you smiled at me. That was the moment, when I realized. That how much I liked you. Liking expressed in a thousand ways,. Feelings nurtured in heart for you. Caring touch that was felt always. Conveyed a lot, but. Couldn't elicit the waves of passion,. The bouquet of love. The ripples of hope. That the heart could,. Which beats for you. Posted by Sayed Meera. My name is setare.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. It’s been long before I revisited those times. Those days when I was full of love and appreciation. This empty room reminds me of a vacant space in my heart now. Somewhere there I had the urgency to do things perfectly. So mechanical was I that I calculated every passing minute. And what would it cost me to be just lazy and do nothing. A long cherished dream, a deep desire within me. Always reckoned me towards the very end of this whole story. I was weaving the whole story.

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Friday, June 15, 2007. Turbulent and undulating waves. Making crests and falls. Inside my bleeding bosom. My wounded bosom-a depot of. Unrevealed secrets and untold tales. Rising to the summit with. The magnitude of anger (fury). With every furious heave of ur bosom. That wants to vent fire. Here I am waiting for you. With my arms wide open. With an expanse of the arctic smile. Come rest your fire on my chilled soul. And let us together throw up clouds. Of joy to celebrate our union. Posted by Sayed Meera.

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007. There were days of joy with you,. Days where every other happiness seemed little. There were moments of anger shared. Moments where the hurt metamorphosed into smile. There were times of pain existing. Times when the agony dissolved in tears. There were hours of pranks played. Hours when the naughtiness twinkled in eyes. And there are ripples of love. Ripples which made the hearts grow fonder. It was unexpectedly satisfying. To hear those unspoken words. Posted by Sayed Meera.

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Friday, August 10, 2007. My dreams, fell on my feet. Shattered like pieces of glass. Very fragile and delicate, embedded in the sand of hope. In those pieces I could see the images of me. Shouting and expressing the agony. The fire of suffering emerging and engulfing me. But one thing that. Keeps me going on is nothing but the. Sheer will for existence. For proving my identity,. For carving a niche for me, myself. In this hostile world. Posted by Sayed Meera. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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