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Limitless...

I will be burning again
In your desire,
In the passion of the
Unblemished flame.
And if not the lesion
ignites one more scarface
I will alone usher in the paradise
for Us,for love.
"Hurt me
Burn me ..."
Will scream my soul.
I want to rekindle from the ashes
Of your memories
Where You burnt me in thy passion
And I loved thee in salvation...


SoUmY@


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Rukhiya said…
'Limitless' love..one without respite..LOVED dis one!!Jus Ah!Ah!Ah! :)
March 16, 2008 8:03 AM
richa said…
nice way to show ur limitless love for someone ... i m impressed..

btw ur blog is looking beautiful i m in love wd it...
March 16, 2008 8:05 AM
Usha Pisharody said…
What an image!!

Impacts deep, this one, and burns you with the feelings!

A poem indeed, a wonderful one!
March 16, 2008 9:53 AM
Usha Pisharody said…
More sensitive yet...

reading it again..

Very very poetic!
March 16, 2008 10:07 AM
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