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Tiny little raindrops settled comfortably on my outstretched hand
like a magic wand, the touch of the glistening hand, brought a smile on my face.
As I clutched the slippery moment lest it wear away like sand,
I realised that you had trailed far behind, failing to keep pace.

When on a solitary evening the friendly breeze brushed by,
Despite her busy schedule she kissed away a tear,
she dropped a dollop of hope under the azure sky
I looked around, to find you nowhere near.

Towards the uncomplicated, freed from the tangles of complications,
I plunged into a life well sorted, a life without you,
and as I ushered in a new beginning, of dreams and aspirations,
I found myself entangled in the presence of your absence, I found you.........

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ananya chatterjee said…
well a pure pleasure once aain...darun hoeche....
July 4, 2009 at 4:00 AM
Anonymous said…
I will not comment on this as it is far too intense to be commented upon. To state that it is extremely touching would be to belittle the emotion contained within it, and emotions should never be taken lightly or made a mockery of.
July 11, 2009 at 10:30 PM
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