I never want to break the eternal silence between us but she blows the wind...always
I never want to crave for her but then it would be an unfair with her beauty.
I still remember those days when I was wandering in the labyrinth of uncertainty,
I think she was the only witness of my every move, My every fiasco , My every accomplishment. I was the mere spectator of my destiny but she crafted it.
I never want to crave for her but then it would be an unfair with her beauty.
I still remember those days when I was wandering in the labyrinth of uncertainty,
I think she was the only witness of my every move, My every fiasco , My every accomplishment. I was the mere spectator of my destiny but she crafted it.
Have felt the scent of her , The warmth of her, The rage of her , The love of her…
Her way of making you feels special.
She has seen me with myself hiving debris of my precious dreams..
When I was chasing the thunder silently she was making the thunder violent in order to make me strong…and when I subdued them…She is the most proud in whole world.
She has seen a child, struggling with his conscious, reaching the stars..
She has seen an adolescent crying in her arm….
More precisely the BEST part is Its not I who love her…It is she who loves me..
And the worst part is I’ve never seen her growing old..older…
I some day I would love to die in her arm….
Always beautiful ..always charming …..always ….divine “Bhopal….”
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She has seen a child, struggling with his conscious, reaching the stars..
She has seen an adolescent crying in her arm….
More precisely the BEST part is Its not I who love her…It is she who loves me..
And the worst part is I’ve never seen her growing old..older…
I some day I would love to die in her arm….
Always beautiful ..always charming …..always ….divine “Bhopal….”
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5 comments:
he he he..lucky she :)Hopefully I will be part of Bhopal soon ;)I too have some strong sentiments attached to her,Ride from Hero-puch to Splendor, meeting someone at stations...oh god i can see those days even today!!!
Must say, another great article, keep posting.
ML jee.... I think you are very home sick... That was a very poetic description of Bhopal.... So is the picture....
"She has seen me with myself hiving debris of my precious dreams..
When I was chasing the thunder silently she was making the thunder violent in order to make me strong…and when I subdued them…She is the most proud in whole world."
Nice description...
really a great description...aap toh poem hi nahi,prose bhi bada achha likh lete ho sir jee...waise ye pic aapke marine drive ka hain kya? bada hi sundar hain
kya baat hai jee :-)..again a lovely composition..
kuch to bhi "FEELINGs" hai....seriously bahut achaa laga padke.....
dear isliye to kahte hai..."BOOK" chapwa hi lo ab...;-)
aur haa aisee 2-4 achii baate karna hame bhi sikhaa do..
enjoy....!!!
Jitna Bhopal meine dekha hai..tumhare is desciptn ke baad lagta hai jaise kuch nhn dekha..MARVELLOUS..
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