30 Sunday Dec 2012
Posted in Fantasy, Love, Mother, Passion, Relationships
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asked, brought, days, down, enjoy, feel, gift, happiness, heaven, hours, joy, love, mother, much, poem, poetry, relation, smell, talk, touch, years
You came a long way to bring,
Joy and happiness in my life…
Your love for me I feel,
You brought a little bit of heaven down… Continue reading
06 Tuesday Nov 2012
Posted in Despair, Love, Relationships
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covering, dead, dream, end, hours, old, pass away, poem, poetry, sleep, spent, story, tender, years, youth
The dream of youth…
Will pass with tender years,
Fading in the past…
Like the sun sinks to sleep.
The fingers of time will write a new story,
As I shall pass away from your life.
The hours we spent together,
Will be forgotten covering like dead.
Times loves a new lay,
As the old one comes to an end…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag
22 Monday Oct 2012
Posted in Despair, Fantasy, Friendship, Love, Passion, Relationships, Self Reflection
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beautiful, discouraged, everyday, fighting, first, frustrations, hours, know, limitations, long, longer, met, poem, poetry, regrets, silence, stronger, together, would, wrapped
It was beautiful when we first met
In this journey of no regrets…
Rolled together on the path of flowers,
Talking everyday for hours… Continue reading
20 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Fantasy, Nature, Self Reflection, Spiritual
12 Sunday Aug 2012
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being, beyond, cannot, feeling, flowers, fragrance, front, heaven, hour, hours, lap, passing, poem, poetry, secret, smelling, solitude, treasures, water
I have loved the hours of solitude,
Hours of gazing at the water front.
Listening to the nature’s music,
Giving me a feeling of being in the heaven. Continue reading
07 Saturday Jul 2012
15 Tuesday May 2012
24 Tuesday Apr 2012
Posted in Despair, Love, Relationships
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beneath, crash, gracefully, hours, innocent, moment, poetry, rocks, silent, sky, smash, smile, smiling, treasures, waves touching
Touching the sand, walking and chatting,
I see the waves…
Crashing against the big gray rocks,
With no fear, intense smashing themselves. Continue reading
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