I cant write
Anymore.
Because,
Every time i pick up
my pen,
it reminds me of
all the things we used to do.
And,
after fighting myself for hours
and hours,
i end up,
writing songs for u…. 😦
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PSEUDOMONAZ 
That is the wonderful way of outpouring the emotional cue,
which will help u in achieving your dreams come true…
suppressing the feelings will never help,
facing the facts is the only thing left,
have the belief in yourself,
that you are worth of getting a love that is selfless… 🙂
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thank you for these beautiful lines…there are some things in life i cant share with anyone i know..but people like you here,strangers living miles apart have helped me in every way…thank you… 🙂
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welcome dear! sometimes untold things when expressed in a subtle way,give a way to the solution…
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In a far away land,
A land of no man under the open sky,
Where an uncountable number of words taouch him and pass by,
He sit’s under the shade,
And has ‘Something Else This Very Time’ to raid!
But he is an Alchemist, and he denies that
That the words he pick up speak of his trait!
That’s so natural for a poet to try to explore altogether new world everytime and write a poetry! But he ends up writing what his heart speaks! Afterall, you can’t hide youself from your own words! That’s the weakness of a poet! 🙂
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great lines there.. 🙂
yes it truly is my weakness… i just cant write anything except love.. however hard i try.
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🙂
Write about Love then! Because you can make the words of Love beautiful! 🙂 Let the weakness be the strength! 🙂
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this holds true even for myself….perfect writing in every way.. 🙂
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