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You Know ??

 [ Warning : Readers please dont connect me to this... the To and from will themseleves understand]
You know, you hold a special place,
Bonded with an invisible lace,

You know, it was both ways,
Independent care and no chase,

Inclination, affection, care, laughter,
Desire, dream and even disaster,

You know, we are so alike,
Many common likes and dislikes,
Or may be….
You have become so much like me,
And in all this time you turned me to thee,

Both in dilemma, To share or hide?
Whether to bridge the gaps wide?

You know, you are a sweetie pie,
Always caught when try to modify ;)
What makes you more lovable is,
‘Honest acceptance’ over little lies……

You know, you sometimes give tears,
But it gets compensated ….
When you offer an ear,

You know, the more memories we give and take,
The more I become anxious to feel slake,

You know, your readiness to do anything for friend,
 Makes you trusty enough to hold hand...

You know, with every little thing you do,
Without saying a word you drag me towards you,

Now I’ll leave the thread which I wanted to hold,
And I’ll try to forget the things mostly untold….

You know, your surrender to divine Providence,
Holds blessings in store, today or hence…






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  1. Simple & Straight (a bit...)....:-)
    I would like to follow your writtings...

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