The tears in my eyes, worsen every minute, in this dark hour, restless and loneliness, pierce my heart. The remains, of this wea...
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Tanvi
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
This is a hobbyist place, where I post my thoughts. This place is how I keep in touch with my emotions, I do not come across as someone who might write and sometimes it’s a stark contrast to my personality. I started blogging at a very young age, I started writing even before that. I met some wonderful people through blogger and lost touch with my blog itself during med school. You’ll see a whole lot of my life’s story here, and please expect a few nerdy posts as I venture into Medicine related writing. Let me know in my comments if there’s anything special you would want to read.
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The leaves are now dead, and reduced to dust. The past is gone, long time ago.
Beautiful.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
yet why does it linger so fresh and so vast and now you define me :)
Hey, Hi
that was simply beautiful...a few words, yet so much they say...
i feel it...
Regards,
The Silhouette...
nice one girl.... but again the same thing..
y border the poem on the dark...?? try humour also yaar....
@Anshul: Yes true :) :)
@Raj: :) :)
@Harsh: Thank you :) :)
@Dhawal: I seriously don't know why it is so :P :P heehe :D but you know keep hope, someday I'll :) :)
Some walls are built to be broken, others guide us to a better alternate way.
@Gaurav: Umm... this wall will lead me to a better place :)
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