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The Allure of your Eyes

The allure of your mystical eyes have fascinated me for many years now. Memories from the time we walked together have held on to me like some stubborn perfume that refuses to die.

Come, dance with me will you, till the end of time.
Let's grow old together you and I shall we?
And when you are bored of all these silences ,
Pick up that phone and fight with me.

If death be a certainty
Death by drowning fascinates me.

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  1. I loved the passion in these words....yes at times fighting is better than long silences..
    :-)
    You make me think of Pablo Neruda!

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    1. Ah! The master himself!! Thank you. This is very flattering :)

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  2. These words are words I have had in my heart and not been able to get out... they are so wonder Rajesh.. :)

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    1. See...I heard you all the time :) These lines were never mine.

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  3. Oh my! This is wonderful. I love you mentioned fights as a cure for those long silences.

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    1. Thanks L. Fight or fun, we need to communicate :)

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  4. This is just tooooo beautiful ... such elegance ... marveling at your imagination :)

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    1. Lol. Look who is talking. I am but a small fry when compared to the absolute joy of reading a Sadia verse :)

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