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Unforgettable first love . . .

Unforgettable first love . . .

People say first love is unforgettable
I smiled, when my friends were talking about memories of their first love.
It was a joke for me..
Until my heart feel you.
I never knew love is so powerful
Until I say, “I love you”.
I could not understand why people die for their love
Until I lose you.
Now I do believe
First love is unforgettable.
But..
It’s too late now.
You are not with me, I’m alone.
But..
Still I’m living with our sweet memories.
Coz those are unforgettable . . .

Poem by - Aruna Rathnasiri

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Posted by Aruna Rathnasiri on Wednesday, March 07, 2007 at 19:18 Comments (1)

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Life Without Girls . . .

Life Without Girls . . .

The result
Markets silent..
Streets empty..
The police at rest..
All mobile companies in loss..
No sms..
No Flowers..
No Valentine..
No Candles
No Perfumes..
All the men directed to Heaven . . .

Poem by - Unknown
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Posted by Unknown on Tuesday, March 06, 2007 at 20:28 Comments (2)

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State of Mind . . .

State of Mind . . .

My mind is in a confused state,
Nothing much happened of late.
Neither a moment of sheer happiness,
nor something like sobbing sadness.

Tried to put this question to myself,
failed to get answers off the shelf.
Why does everything seem to go wrong,
but i am doing best to keep it strong.

Groping in the day as well as night,
But unable to find answers in sight.
Can anyone give me a ray of hope,
patting me and telling me to cope.

With that i may get enough courage,
put a step ahead to break that cage.
Release the mind to the open world,
and lets wait till it is unfurled.

It will experience all odds of life,
soft as cotton, some sharp as knife.
Few give pleasure, some give a lesson,
Obstacles increase, easy paths lessen.

There will be all kind of happenings,
beautiful morning, awesome evenings.
But keep your mind in steady state,
if needed, you should have a debate.

Keeping mind cool always helps you,
especially if you dont have any clue.
And when your heartbeat count is more,
you can rely on it, thats for sure.

this is what i had learn from past,
Many more to come, this isn't last.
Every such phase, makes you strong,
help to live better, and live long.

Controlling the mind is the key here,
Keep it open, all will be very clear.
Taking decisions would be easy always,
You would be back to your happy days . . .

Poem by - Phani Kumar
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Posted by Phani Kumar on Monday, March 05, 2007 at 19:36 Comments (1)

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Forget me not . . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Sunday, March 04, 2007 at 18:54 Comments (1)

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Hope . . .

Hope . . .

Wriggling ,
Like a kid,
Hoping ,
Like a kid,
Wishing,
Like a kid
Dreaming,
Like a kid
Just to see
YOU . . .

Poem by - Sanjeewa Karunawardhan

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Posted by Sanjeewa Karunawardhan on Thursday, March 01, 2007 at 19:07 Comments (0)

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Released Today . . .

Released Today . . .

A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in bed. She
puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him.

She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of
him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches
as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.

"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room. "Why are
you down here at this time of night?"

The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we
were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.

"Yes I do" she replies
The husband pauses; the words were not coming easily. "Do you remember when
your father caught us in the
back seat of my car making love?"

"Yes, I remember" said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.

The husband continued.. "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my
face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for
20 years?"

"I remember that too" she replied softly. He wiped another tear from his
cheek and said, "I would have been released today" . . .

Story by - Unknown
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Posted by Unknown on Wednesday, February 28, 2007 at 19:07 Comments (1)

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Few words with one stone . . .

Few words with one stone . . .

Few words with one stone is what i say
You met my eyes and your site was forever invested
Can I borrow a line from you and the same I will do.
You gave me a paragraph knowning I,
I had to better it by giving you a chapter.
Before i knew it we were at a start
of a different story.
I penned, you penned.
I typed, you typed.
As we synchronised a story not yet read.
A book with chapters of emotion diversity,
yet compiled with a unique feeling.
Would you vibe with me on this biography?
For our fusion of experiences will complile
a classic tale.
Your author I have longed to be
and my publisher you would turn.
Just name the cover of our book . . .

Poem by - Lusanda Kwinana

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Posted by Lusanda Kwinana on Tuesday, February 27, 2007 at 19:02 Comments (1)

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