Saturday, June 16, 2007

MY LOVE IS WONDERFULL EVERY DAY

i have seen my way of things around
but as i happen to know about you
i do realise i have to learn a lot
my heart asks me
is it a lack of confidence
my brain smiles at me
my soul plays an elderly chap
it hardly opines
nor it gives a solution too
but my heart never budge
it always goes beyond
my litte brain is more enthuziastic
i hardly know what is happening inside
as if i am diff to all these living entities
i try to explore
but the results are too jargon ridden
i open your page
may be i atleast learn a bit of more software
but things happen more complicated
i add to my querries
my heart asks love if you ever let me a sigh of relief
by the way who is that
my brain again wakes up as a sleeping child
today is a holiday
i presume you too are free
my brain again asks
why you take things so granted
my soul now wakes up
ooph!
this grumbling...for you
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MY LOVE IS WONDERFULL

When sun comes out of its nestle. I go out for a glimpse of the outer world. I see and feel a breeze touch me and my soul. I ask it subtly from where you have come. it whispers into my ears. I have just visited your LOVE. She was asleep when i tried to have a glimpse of her. It continued. I have read from your pc that you love her most. I know it's different and unique in this modern world> and i have tried to find your love how she looks like. I have swept through her senty hair. It was as if i happened to visit a waterfall of senty and cool water. She did say something when i tried to have a greater look at her beautiful hair with a slight and subtle 'yeh' but i preffered not to disturb her. I saw her eyes were dreaming something which i tried to gather a bit. I saw a few beautifull words written on a plasma screen of a pc. I tried to read it. I thought i could have understood those words. But strangely enough i tried my level best but every time it read that the words are subject to approval of neha. I tried to wake up her so that she can tell the meaning of such a beautifull words. But then I thought it's not fair to disturb her. But i could not resist my inquisitive spirit> I some how could ask her to tell something what these pertain to : She murmured in her sleep : nothing a crazy lover of a beauty.
I was not very pleased with the interpretation of breeze. I said ok well it's good to have a chat with you. It went away but i kept on standing to have a meaningful response of the environs. My fellow birds in my nearby lawn sat smartly on the twigs. They asked me good morning LOVE: I could not reply: They didn't react much as if they knew what i was looking for. One little bird came to me and sat on the wall of my balcony. It said LOVE don't worry i will go to your love and ask her many questions. And believe me i will tell you all.
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