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Our First Love!

Posted: May 10, 2008 Sat 01:35 pm     Views: 254    Interacts: 0

Days were never so bright…
Nights were never so cool…
Love was just a word…
Oh! Now I know I was just a fool!

Trapped in the circle, I was running wild…
Running from people… Running to people…
A circle so dark that no one could see me…
No one knew who I was…
No one knew what I want…

I hated the chirrup of the jocund birds…
For I felt they make fun of me…
That they have a reason to smile...
And I ‘m crying for a reason I still don’t know…

The Moon annoyed me, the stars spat…
The clouds teased me, and the winds slapped

Ignoring dreams, neglecting desires, overlooking love…
I was just walking… with a broken heart and a dying soul

But since I have met you…

Why are things changing..?
Why is the day so bright?
Has the world taken a bath?
Or I have just got a new birth?
The birds are still making fun…
But today they appear so mine…
The winds are still slapping my face…
But they feel like motherly pats…
I ‘m still running in that circle…
But you have given strength to survive…
The mob, the people, the worldly chatters
Nothing bothers me now…
Your love has given me myself…
You love given me life…

Oh my Love! Let me capture this first moment of eternity…
Oh my love! Give me my first chance…


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