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Come what may ...


Incomplete I feel but could appease,
Restless I walk but don’t stop,
Cluttered are my thoughts but rhyme,
Fake is my smile but will delight,
Shattered is my soul but could pacify,
Lost is my light but could guide,
Hollow I laugh but spread glee,
Choked is my breath but could revive,
Watery are my eyes but sparkle,
Shaken is my faith but could reconcile……
Belittled are my dreams but 
                 I’ll make yours come true!!



Germinated by a lil thought :
Whatever life throws at us,
We create our own aura, don’t we :)! 
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  1. UnknownMay 31, 2013 at 10:03 AM

    Zakasssss richaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!:)
    :--> Csk

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  2. AkankshaMay 31, 2013 at 3:51 PM

    Sahi... Perfect choice of words :)
    expressing the pain as well as hope with the same vigour..


    You can make the title, "Come what MAY"

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  3. Richa ChauhanMay 31, 2013 at 3:59 PM

    hehe right ;)

    you understand it perfectly :D


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