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Sunday, November 8, 2009

sweet memories...

He's beside her; clasping her hand
staring at her innocent face; lost in dreams
lips;tender like rose petals
fighting the urge to kiss,to touch; He could never lose control
feeling sleepy; the shutters just won't close.
the sight was too precious; his eyes could never be sore
the smell of her hair,softness of her cheeks
He couldn't believe; He was living a dream

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runnerfrog said...

Most is a dream. Maybe we're here to learn how to take control of our unbridled dreams, and ride them in the direction we must. Maybe the contrary, to learn how to unbridle our dreams and let them lead us wherever they could. But movement is always needed. Dynamics are the gold of nature.

VickY said...

exactly...movement is always needed.
:)

thank bro

tc n hugs

Beach Bum said...

As I have often wrote here in comments I have this memory of a special time with a lady that I pray will never go away. This poem did much to help refresh that one, too short of a time.

I especially remember how her skin smelled as I held her.

VickY said...

@ BB
thanks bro. You know i also pray to never lose the memory i have.
I am so glad that you could connect to the poem.

tc n cheers

Vee said...

Wow, a horny poem.... Muhahahaha....

Sorry, just kidding.... After all I am allowed to say whatever crap I can...Hehe

SarahA said...

If this my Baby (and I know she is not) I would use capital 'I' all the way through, but I am liking this, you. I am liking the sentiment running through.

Liza said...

Sounds like a man deeply in love. Love it Vik! :)

Life's sweets and spices

Kulpreet said...

Hey VickY! Well said pal! Who is this one for? ;))

[V] said...

@ Vee
haha
yeah you can say anything Big B...

hugs bro...

tc and cheers

[V] said...

@ SarahA

Thanks sarah
I'll try to keep the capital 'I' in mind next time for sure...

tc n cheers

[V] said...

@ Liza

:D lol
love and me... haha are u kidding??
lol


tc

[V] said...

@ kulpreet

She's the one who can't be named ;D

thanks bro

tc

Mys Lyke Meeh said...

Oh my...what a dreamlike poem! Sometimes ...what I don't like about being a poet is that ..you created sweet and lovely words only in a dream but if you begin to explore it in the real word..."It sucks more than a dream".

But, yes...lovely post!

[V] said...

@ Mys Lyke Meeh

I guess you are right...
reality really sucks...

thank you...and i have lost your blog url..plz share again.

tc n cheers

Smita Tewari said...

Nice of you to visit my blog, but found no comment on my latest- 'Revelations' !?!

[V] said...

@ Smita Tewari

Ohh did I miss something...
Will be there soon...


tc

Pri said...

beautiful!!
hope reality never has to wake him up :)

Smita Tewari said...

Nice! You'll be heard someday!

[V] said...

@ Pri

thaks a lot pri...
But reality did !

hugs

[V] said...

@ smita

He hopes that he would be heard one day !

:)

SAURABH AGGARWAL said...

those r loveliest movements... n surly a dream worth dreaming... :)

Smita Tewari said...

your poetry doesn't cost. It simply soothes...

'He was living a dream'
Pray for him to continue doing so!

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