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Forgive Me!

Fish
I crossed the shores for you.
Let myself suffocate in the land.

Some times I smile,
At times I frown.
I lost you without knowing.
Will you forgive my innocence!

When I felt hard to walk,
You made me write.

Fish


Clown
What can I do with this heart,
which is full of your thoughts.

I am a drop in the ocean,
You gave the moist in me.
I missed the chance I had,
Will you forgive my carelessness!

You made me shine bright.
I started my love which ends with you.

Clown


Rock
I dint know the meaning of affection.
Tears are rolling out.

I believed I was possessive.
You came into my life dear.
I will wait thru the years.
Will you forgive my obsession!

I don’t know whether it is right.
Never Forgive me. But Never Forget me !!!

Rock

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The Butterfly Girl.

Butterfly Girl

I met her on the way,
fluttering like a butter fly.
She was so colorful,
winged of silk and ribbons.
Her earth-bound body,
casted like the smoothie.
Eyes so powerful,
free at last to follow.
Giggles are secret,
patterns shifting light.
Floating softly,
riding the wild wind.
She found the daylight,
touching my heart.
Like Girls, Like Butterfly,
It meant a LIFE to me.

:( 2 ):

I didn’t mean to break your and mine. I only wish I could go back and tell you that I want you by my side. I wish I could kiss you one more time. But I had my chance and I blew it! Now when I see you my heart hurts, and when you don’t reply I cry inside myself. I’m sorry for what I did I only wish I could go back.
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Broken Heart


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It’s hard when such a day come,
just like playing with a deadly gun.
The tears of pain slowly coming out,
you just feel that you gonna freak out.
Your heart is in shock of the words that were said,
your throat is dry hearing to the end tunes played.
Your mind churns thoughts about how this can be,
mouth says I love you and you love me.
The love of your life is starting to turn away,
and leaving you, with a broken heart in a painful way.
Now that you are standing with your eyes wide,
tears are out and then you begin to cry.
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Blown with a Gun

Happy New Year!

Dear Ada,

What a wonderful end to a beautiful year! It began late in all rush—you finding me, chatting thru sms, confessing my love, and then it happens all over again. The feelings that I’ve felt for you all along begin to resurface. Only this time, I am free to act on them without fear of upsetting anyone.

Thank you, Ada. What more can a man say to the woman who opened her heart to him, allowing him to feel the warmth of her love across the great distance that separates them? You truly have no idea what I feel for you.

I try to put this feeling into words, but fail miserably. This feeling of being both scared and at peace, of having both butterflies and a sense of calm, is a feeling that I have only dreamed about. As the days continue to pass, my love for you continues to grow. I never thought I had the capacity to love anybody as much as I love you right now. Yet, my love for you continues to mature, growing beyond the realm of my heart. It seems that you have become the fiber of my soul, the very reason for my existence.

I have no other words to describe the way you make me feel. No words, no actions could even come close. I wanna say that “I more than love you”. My love is a strong love, surviving everything. I believe that even after so many fights, I feel that your love for me is raining down. That is the love that I feel for you.

Forever Yours,
Aizy.

My matrimonial Advt.

Now that I have seen almost 20 years of my life and most of it without anyone who I could in the true sense call as a friend…..I have been thinking now for a while as to how my spouse oughta be…………
I am not looking for only a beautiful, slim and an intelligent girl…….They are all clichés.

The ones that matter are:
The first prerequisite I expect of my wife — no it isn’t the ability to understand me, that’s the second—- the first one’s a sense of humour for me and all my nonsense

She must sleep in my lap and allow me into hers.
She must run her hand into my hair and fight me with pillows as often as she can.
She must allow me to disturb her, Which I will, —no matter how busy and serious she is and I am— , while she goes about our household chores.
She must sit with me shoulder in shoulder when we watch the late night movie together and must oblige to have a midnight walk anytime in the night.
When the curry isn’t nice and I stare into her eyes, she must straight away go and make an omlette for me.
When she is downright tired she must flirt with me to win a cup of tea or a glass of cold water.
She must be ready to blow a kiss any time any day and any place. By the way I take kiss only on lips.
She should call me nicknames and how innovative she coins out new ones the better and must be prepared to confront some deadly ones in return.
She can call me ‘Tu’ or anything as am not at all particular about those pronouns.
She got every right to beat me up when I annoy her while she watches those dready serials.
She can also extract what she wants of me on women’s day. And I am also ready to share her pre-marital crushes and secrets.

On those rare occasions when we might fight and then go on a mourning spree, it can continue for the night. The next morning must again be normal.
I aint promising her a paradise but yes she will always get more of my love than our children.

And finally, she must have a higher life expectancy than me. I may not be able to live without her…..