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My writing takes me places my mind never wanted to go
Everyone writes. From the ink of their thoughts, by the pen of their mind on the page of their face. Everyone writes.I love to write. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am sad or when an issue touches my heart. I find inspiration to write in every aspect of life.
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Love with a Stranger

What happens when you fall in love with a random picture of a stranger...
well that's what I tried to capture here... have a look


          I Sit here quietly and watch That Face,
Face In That Picture Which I found Before Few Days.
Picture Of A Girl Whom I Have Never Met,
But Still in my life she hold Important place
 
I want to know you, to see your Real face,
To take you away to a better place.
You feel so right, too good to be true,
I just can't stop thinking of you.

My friends say that I might regret,
Losing my heart to a girl I've not met.
I say there is nothing I can do,
I cannot help thinking of you.
 
I Know You Are Somewhere In This World,
But Only One Place Where I found you was My Heart.
God With This Picture I cannot Live this Life,
please Bring That real Girl In My sight.


I Know Even If i find you I cannot win your heart,
as there must be someone in special in your life.
Even i am into relations that i cannot escape,
But i Am sure we will become Great friends.
 
 
I believe you were made especially for me
But wonder if that could possibly be
I'm tired of being so alone and blue
But I always smile when thinking of you!!
 
 
Close My Eyes And imagine Things,
I am holding your hand you are walking with me.
                     you are speaking with me and i am staring your face,
                            Everything appeared so real though it was fake.
                                  
 
 Even if poor me never find you in my life,
                          I will always meet you in my dreams when i sleep.
I will continue this poem another day,
As There Is no one to listen what i say.
There are few pending work that i have to do
But whatever I do I will be Thinking Of you. :)