 A myraid hues of rainbow colors.. Emanate from the whispery strands of smoke.. that was once His love for me Well,there was fire,so there is smoke. No smoke,without fire.... A fire of passionate proportions, Once existed. A fire that lit His heart A fire that died young. A fire that conceived smoke. A smoke that was born premature. A smoke that replaced the fire. A fire that fizzled out A smoke that triumphed the end of a story. |
Friday, July 01, 2005
When Luv goes up in smoke...
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6 comments:
beautiful words.but somehow all this love talk seems as related to real life as much as mahatma gandhi is related to rock music.cold hearted ? maybe just practical .as johnny boy said on his blog, love is most of times a selfish emotion.but real or not , beautiful it is.
Abhinav-->If Luv isnt real,then what is?
I agree wid Johnny boy,luv can make u selfish.
I loved every bit of it :D
objects in the rearview mirror..closer than they appear, huh?
how can love die out.....it always remains....though it can eventually lack the lustre... but the sparkle alays persists!
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase.....
.......I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have......all of me
Strangers' Inc-->Touche!
Here's raising a toast to ur lines.
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