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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Love with a Stranger

What happens when you fall in love with a random picture of a stranger...
well that's what I tried to capture here... have a look

          I Sit here quietly and watch That Face,
Face In That Picture Which I found Before Few Days.
Picture Of A Girl Whom I Have Never Met,
But Still in my life she hold Important place
I want to know you, to see your Real face,
To take you away to a better place.
You feel so right, too good to be true,
I just can't stop thinking of you.

My friends say that I might regret,
Losing my heart to a girl I've not met.
I say there is nothing I can do,
I cannot help thinking of you.
I Know You Are Somewhere In This World,
But Only One Place Where I found you was My Heart.
God With This Picture I cannot Live this Life,
please Bring That real Girl In My sight.

I Know Even If i find you I cannot win your heart,
as there must be someone in special in your life.
Even i am into relations that i cannot escape,
But i Am sure we will become Great friends.
I believe you were made especially for me
But wonder if that could possibly be
I'm tired of being so alone and blue
But I always smile when thinking of you!!
Close My Eyes And imagine Things,
I am holding your hand you are walking with me.
                     you are speaking with me and i am staring your face,
                            Everything appeared so real though it was fake.
 Even if poor me never find you in my life,
                          I will always meet you in my dreams when i sleep.
I will continue this poem another day,
As There Is no one to listen what i say.
There are few pending work that i have to do
But whatever I do I will be Thinking Of you. :)

1 comment:

  1. Strange, isn't it, how we sometimes find a connection with someone we have never met! I am not sure about photographs, but I have wanted to meet several fictional characters and felt a strong pull towards these people who don't even exist!


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