In the dreams or imagination
Wherever may I roam
On the road or in theatre
Anywhere I go
Those fading memories
Stuffed in veins
Run along with blood
I can feel echo of….
Those intelligent words
The rare fighting spirit
That motivation….when I was crippled
Even with you gone…..
These treasures are safe
Bolted on innermost coils of our hearts
Yes…...we still are friends
Yes…...we sometimes do care
…but yeah…these days it remains unnoticed
Even if you don’t call
Written while in a gyan session
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4 comments:
hmm brings out the loneliness in u.... hmmmm frankly...wasnt bad.. u can always try more :)
who's that...!come out...o crab...
but tune accha likha hai...sunder ..ati sunder...keep writing..more...lots of beauty to come frm u...!
Hey its a nice one yaar... in fact the best among all :-)
Missing someone? :)
Liked the last 4 lines
Keep the spirit. That what friendship is all about.
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