You came in my life promising a new horizon, a new world
Indeed it was a new world, a world...
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You came in my life promising a new horizon, a new world
Indeed it was a new world, a world of horror, a world of animosity
You promised you will change my existence,
Indeed u did, my simple life turned into a turmoil
You came in my life as a 4th person, indeed the number changed
I was left with none; the 3 precious people in my life were also destroyed
You changed my life from heaven to hell
I had dreamt of a prince on a white horse, you were that prince
The difference was, it was not the horse but the bull…. the black bull of death
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Thank you Raj ji for visiting and commenting on my space....
You found it interesting is very valuable for me ...puzzling ...hmmmmm
Well its intended for a particular person ...and quite clear msg to him ....
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am interesting and puzzling poem, Ashjeet
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Hi Julia,
Yeah its harsh for the one it is intended ...thats why he does not know abt it :-) ....ha ha ha
I love mountains more than plain or sea ...and any kind of adventure .....but Mukteshwar ....hmmm ...heart would be above that any time...
Cheers...
Jyotsna
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Jyotsna,
Hahaaha! Nice poem albeit bitingly harsh for him whose eyes/ears it is for. You seem like you enjoy the adventure of the mountains more than the adventure od the heart....perhaps they both meet at Mukteshwar!
Julia
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Thanks Bhavna for the appreciation .....it means a lot ...motivates to scrible more...:-)
Regards,
Jyotsna
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Hi Karam,
True indeed .....there is always a silver lining behind every grey cloud....
there is always a sunshine after dark night ......till hope is there ..life is there...
One should always keep on dreaming ...........nightmares and sweet dreams are a part of the parcel....
Cheers...
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whoaaa tatzzz differentt... bt well writtennn...
rgds
Bhavna
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We all dream. Sometimes the characters change face in between and the dream becomes a nightmare, and we wake up. All dreams on a perticular night are nightmares. After it a new sun rises and next day the dreams are sweet. Because of one nightmare we should not decide to stop dreaming. The next dream will be very sweet. Keep on trying.
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Thanks a lot womanslove for the visit and appreciation ...
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My my BornLeo.....
Thanks a ton for such a heart filled admiration ..
'Awfully sick,humiliating,mortifying'
Cool.....loved it ....:-) its difficult to get comments from you and here u come with two...
am still smiling...
Jyotsna
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