My love is beautiful,
My love is strange,
I have watched my love,
dancing in the rain,
I stood alone there,
and i stood still,
the time was lapsing
I couldn't feel.
She was dancing like an angel
innocently in da dreamland,
Unaware of me who was watching her
keenly to carve her out of sand,
I watched and watched
without a blink;
It seemed that,
if I was having a drink;
Feeling myself
tossed to her breast;
With my arms ,
wrapped around her waist ;
We wavered with the
cold breeze in the moonlight,
danced like daffodils,
splendid was the sight;
We were together
till the dawn;
I donno then,
where she had gone..
I woke up in the morning
and realized it was a dream
I cant stop myself
and moved towards the stream.
In search of, which I know, I could never find;
but still my heart says, go for another time.
and still my heart says,
"may be ur search is searching u"
so go for another time...
as u hav done love and not a crime ?
now i realized that love is like a mirror
which never loses its ability and whose
ability increases when u try it to shatter.
it is true that evrything is fair in love and war;
but i will prefer war over love,
as one either lives or dies in war,
but one neither lives nor dies in love;
still love is mystery,romeo & juliet tells us the history......
4 comments:
kya baat hai yaar maan gaye..............
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pura iiita
.............DILJALON se bhara hai............
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padne me to bada anand aya..........
bt kahi ye net se to nahi aya???????
net tumhaare paas hoga..!!
iiit me ho to ,search engine bhi gyaat hoga;
ab hum kya kahe...??????
ab to search karne k baad hi,
tumhe sachhai ka ehsaas hoga...!!
Very good ....
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