Immortalize your Memories

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Immortalize your memories

 Love is not something which so easily erodes it leaves a huge amount of residue which are called memories
You are gone now and I haven't seen you since
But I would see you again, I was convinced

 I keep heading to that route where we usually met
I have to return few memories, those which I have kept

 When I saw you
You were happy and I was still sad
I put a brave face but you were still mad


 You didn't talk to me, why would you
I was also the cause of misery put upon you

 I was naïve, selfish, didn't read between the lines
Why did I believe you when you said you were fine?

 The thought of us together, had kept me going
Now that hope is gone,
I may also move on someday without even knowing.

 My words will still be there even when I am gone
Everyone will wonder who was it for,

 They will search in my other work wanting to know more
They will imagine
A face
A smile
Those cheeks
That I adore

 I stand here immortalize your memories in my words
This can be the greatest compliment that I could give you, I suppose.

Comments

  1. Unknown5 July 2013 at 15:38

    supr amazing Arjun....gawdddd, wch face of urs is dis??

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  2. Anonymous5 July 2013 at 15:43

    oh girl you must be on the top of the world thinking that someone remembers you so much but the value is undrustood when it is lost.It looks blogger has a broken heart.

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  3. Unknown5 July 2013 at 15:50

    Thanks a lot for the comments. I just felt like acknowledging the person who have inspired me to write this, I owe her a big thanks.

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  4. Unknown5 July 2013 at 15:52

    I don't know how would she feels if she would read this. But I just hope she feels as special as she is to my inspiration.

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  5. Akanksha Saxena6 July 2013 at 02:49

    Loved it...Well done Junjun..Simply Amazing...:) :)

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  6. Unknown6 July 2013 at 06:53

    Thanks for the support guys.

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  7. Anonymous11 July 2013 at 00:20

    Simple and touching.......:)

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  8. Unknown11 July 2013 at 10:26

    Thanks reader :)

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  9. Anonymous27 August 2013 at 18:48

    Amazing Arjuun....

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