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Monday, July 24, 2006 2:14:45 PM
Flooding in are the memories of warmth and words from the heart,
Trust we placed in each other; helped the other freeze his wrath.
Though eyes meet often, utterances are but few - a mindless pretence,
Treating the other as foreign, display irrationality in cold insolence.
And yet we are estranged; though the heart has place for a friend,
Since I no longer can pretend, my state of mind, to you, I lend.
A caring, trustworthy person we saw in the other; now, fills emptiness,
Let us break this cold silence, estrangement and pretence - so needless.
- Ashwin








saranya8 # Monday, July 24, 2006 2:59:29 PM
Murali Krishnan.Telfenom # Monday, July 24, 2006 3:20:33 PM
saranya8 # Monday, July 24, 2006 3:49:40 PM