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Say a few words. ~ Rachel

A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha

In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,
some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,
unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.

In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.
Makes you silent again.
~ Manisha.

One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad


Wednesday, November 4, 2009

uninspired to word my feel heavy eyes set on empty lines lost in something unknown still everytime i try i cant come undone had a heart that sang out loud had a fear that cried out songs had a tear that reasoned her stay now lost inside and left behind with her my words too left again i fall in this empty space the blank sheet speaks my heart perfect words to show my emptiness never again will i write in love for she might steal my words again never again will i fall in love for she might steal my heart again closure i find in these lines i bid farewell to your blank face in this moment i witness the beauty of sunrise and a pen changing a life words come back and i again feel tears come back, i bid final farewell hopes return with the swaying trees i return with the singing winds and again i hope to write in love and again i hope to give my words and again i hope to fall in love and again i hope someone will steal my heart
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  1. Street - WalkerNovember 5, 2009 at 6:39 AM

    bhaskar... why do you always bring words that connect..or have a role at that point of life when i need them..and why all of a sudden i come here to read them..i love these connections..these things that make me read this all of a sudden and remind me that how much i miss you ...yeah that missing feel doesnt comes that spontaneously. i love.

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  2. Street - WalkerNovember 5, 2009 at 6:41 AM

    never again will i write in love
    for she might steal my words again
    never again will i fall in love
    for she might steal my heart again

    these lines.
    i will paint.
    yeah for it.

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  3. Eternally SereneNovember 6, 2009 at 4:37 AM

    ah i missed your comments more than anything.. hmmm it is really strange you reading my post when nobody has posted here for ages.. thank you so so so much for the comment.. i am sorry that you cud connect with those lines..

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  4. RainchildNovember 6, 2009 at 6:20 AM

    You can guess without the labels bhaskar :}
    But they give for good confirmation.
    This was lovely.
    Like a child.
    Its just beautiful. The cycle, the way you could put it in such simplicity. and its rough..i have to say its seemingly rough...but endearing.

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  5. RachelDecember 4, 2009 at 3:43 PM

    This was perfect.
    Perfect.

    It was written eloquently, but not with the forgotten purpose nor feelings.

    Truly perfect,
    Or in the least, for me.

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