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Lovely SMS, Text Messages

Time to realise . . .

Time to realise . . .

There used to be a time,
When you were always there,
But now it's time to realize,
But the pain, i cannot bear.

The day you told me you were leaving,
I didn't no what to do,
Whether to scream, cry or shout,
I didn't know how to live life without you.

Some pain can't be released through tears,
And there's a point when blood,
Doesn't do much for you either,
I felt stuck, in an emotional flood.

But i didn't want to disappoint you,
Or let you down,
So as long as your happy,
I shall no longer frown.

All along you've been my angel,
There's never been a day,
When i haven't turned to you,
But now your going, far, far away.

But just now i thought I'd tell you,
That from now on,
I will always be with you,
In soul and spirit, even when your gone.

There comes a time, in everyone's life,
A time to realize,
I think i just have,so for me,
Stay strong, happy and wise . . .

( Thanks "ANKUSH SAPRA", for sending poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Poem by - ANKUSH SAPRA

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Posted by ANKUSH SAPRA on Monday, March 31, 2008 at 06:23 Comments (10)

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First Love at a glance . . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Sunday, March 09, 2008 at 20:48 Comments (2)

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If you are not bothered how can you show . . .

If you are not bothered how can you show . . .

I was walking after a miracle
For complete seven years
Started when I was young
Very young
Even the wind could make me cry
Time to time I sensed
That it was just a miracle
Since no one could be loved so much
But I didn't want to return
I didn't want to accept that I was deceived
By my own heart
I fought not to see the reality behind
I was scared to accept the truth
Cos if I did I will preserve nothing
Since everything in my life
Was binding around the miracle
Day by day I did things to
Go deep into that misty miracle
I hadn't much to sacrifice
But I did my best
Today
I know I was walking behind a miracle
Surely
But I have no way to return
All other paths are closed
Though I build my own way
I cannot take my kid
Since she needs you
And you need her
I cannot blame anyone
Since two years before
I knew this is the end
But I never wanted to return
So I made my own destiny
I don't want to talk
I don't want to curse
But I don't understand why
Things make me talk a lot
And things make me cry a lot.
I always feel
If I can go after that miracle
In the future that is yet to come
If I can deceive my own heart
As I did in the past
Since I have to live
More than I have passed
But how in this way
It's the big puzzle
But I need to be a good mother
To my innocent infant
That is why I stay
The money you value
Has no value to me
The prosperity you value
Has no value to me
Only thing I value is humanity
Which I feel most the times
I do not see.
Anyway I'm matured enough
To understand nothing will remain same
Other than the change
Truth about life is that
Knowing that for what I cry
Is the big doubt to me?
Knowing that my parents
favoured my brothers
I still think I had a better life there
But to return home now
Do I have a home?
Truth is so bitter
But still I have to stand still
I don't want to show how much miserable
My life is
Specially to my kid
I've seen she stares at my face
When I cry
I know the happiness resides in Nirwana
But how many births to go
Though I start this time
Winds come and blows things
Some times valuable and sometimes forgettable
But I know we have to stand
That is maturity
I know it's too late to be childish
If I cry my kid will too.
Understanding the life is the best
But the hardest is deceiving us and others
Pretending we are the happiest couple.
But I know outsiders should not come
They'll come and mess everything more
So keeping quiet is the best
But still I feel if I could go after that miracle
No meaning at all
I know
But how can I live the rest
Which is yet to come
More than the passed by.
I know at the end you will laugh
Or you say I'm crazy
Since you are not bothered
Even to spend a minute
To understand how I feel.
But I will never blame you
Since it's not your fault
It's entirely mine
You told me several times
How you feel on me
And you showed it thousand times
That you haven't feelings on me
If there's no feeling
I know you cannot pretend too.
So Its not your fault
You never deceived me
But I did my own self
I'm very honest saying this
I know you are not a person who pretends
You do what you mean
So if you are not bothered how can you show
I know if I marry you or another
This is the ultimate end
Since I'm not a woman
Who's so darling
Who's adorable even in looks
Its neither my fault nor yours
That's why I should keep calm
Ultimately I feel
I feel nothing but the responsibility
Over my kid.
Tears may be for my entire youth
that I deceived my own heart
saying that you love me

( Thanks "Shirandi", for sending poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Poem by - Shirandi

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Posted by Shirandi on Tuesday, March 04, 2008 at 21:20 Comments (0)

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Name . . .

Name . . .

What can be held in a name…?
Name, a word of strangely combined letters
And we blindly call us by the mysterious groups of letters.
And lets the same to rule on our life.

It yells out 'kill kill' the other guy, whose name is different
It yells to 'separate' the other guy, having the same red blood as we have.

But those letters were always the same...
Always same as the blood in our nerves

But the order was some how strange...
as strange as in our names.
We always failed to look in depth, to see the same letters everywhere
The difference we saw... we saw that only and still fighting for those orders . . .

( Thanks "Manjusha", for sending poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Poem by - Manjusha

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Posted by Manjusha on Wednesday, February 27, 2008 at 20:57 Comments (3)

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Dating process . . .

Dating process . . .

Dating process:
6 weeks : I love U, I love U, I love U.
6 months : Of course I love U.
6 years : GOD, if I didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose?

Back from Work:
6 weeks : Honey, I'm home.
6 months : BACK!!
6 years : What did your mom cook for us today??

Gifts:
6 weeks : Honey, I really hope you liked the ring.
6 months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the living room.
6 years : Here's the money. Buy yourself something.

Phone Ringing:
6 weeks : Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.
6 months : Here, for you.
6 years : PHONE RINGING.

Cooking:
6 weeks : I never knew food could taste so good!
6 months : What are we having for dinner tonight?
6 years : AGAIN!!!!

Apology:
6 weeks : Honey muffin, don't you worry, Ill never hold this against you.
6 months : Watch out! Don't do it again.
6 years : What's not to understand about what I just said??

New Dress:
6 weeks : Oh my God, you look like an angel in that dress.
6 months : You bought a new dress again???
6 years : How much did THAT cost me?

Planning for Vacations:
6 weeks : How do 2 weeks in Vienna or anywhere you please sound??
6 months : What's so bad about going to Istanbul on a charter plane?
6 years : Travel? What's so bad about staying home???

TV:
6 weeks : Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?
6 months : I like this movie.
6 years : I'm going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself he he he . . .

( Thanks "ANKUSH SAPRA", for sending poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Thoughts by - Unknown

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Posted by Unknown on Tuesday, February 26, 2008 at 19:34 Comments (4)

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One day I should go . . .

One day I should go . . .

I know one day I should go
But the only thing I know

Your heart is the starry heaven
Your voice can bloom thousand roses

Your love is a dream with many angels
But I know one day I should go..

You came from my dream world
Your eyes were shining as gold

I couldn't help my heart I know
I know.. one day I should go..

But the only thing I know

Nobody did care of me as you did always
Nobody talked to me as soft as you always

Nobody could touch me as smooth as you did
Nobody could make me love as hard as you did

But so hardly I know
I know.. one day I should go

My sweet heart
Without you how should I go

But I know.. I know.. one day I should go . . .

( Thanks "Nathasha Kannangara", for sending poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Poem by - Nathasha Kannangara

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Posted by Nathasha Kannangara on Monday, February 25, 2008 at 19:51 Comments (3)

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A Heart For My Valentine . . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Wednesday, February 13, 2008 at 17:36 Comments (0)

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