While He thinks...shud i release Her from my clutches Or keep Her a prisoner in my Glass House.Do i want a broken soul to play with Or let Life extend its tentacles & apply a soothing balm called Time that may heal Her wounds that i inflicted on Her.
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broken soul??....sometimes dreams can be empty....but don't let your conscience be.....sometimes love can even be vengeance....but let it be always free....
I want to break free but love holds me back.Sigh..
yeah...that's the power of love...but i wish i knew wut exactly was the matter...
i wonder how painful it can be for vagrant waves to be confined....to be entrapped within one's own soul...i wonder how painful it can be for souls to wait....a wait which has no existence n' yet no boundaries.....n' i wonder why i find it so familiar like a wound so close that it starts to hurt when i start feelin your words....my salute to the soul as well as the wait...n' i wait for the mornin light!
well....love touches in myraid ways... winter rains n dew drops are a part of it! broken glasses, scattered letters are what teaches one the strenght one needs to love. its the biggest test of one's life.
hey... Nice blog...:-))
Thanx for dropping by my blog
Lunatic-->There's bound to be a propah showdown betn the opposite poles soon.The sparks r already flying,anytime the house may burn down.
Vidhi-->Lot of water under the bridge.
Strangersinc-->waited for a whole year,itz time He opened his palm & let the waves flow out of His grasp.
Avik-->Whoa...nice words!
Thinkpad-->Maybe He failed the test.Maybe i failed the test.Dunno who, but somebody did fail.
Puneet-->The waves welcome you.
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