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One Wild Night

















We pretend so perfectly that nothing happened,
but hell yes, it was a wild night..

and it's fun to see nobody knew..
even the stars didn't see it too..

and in the woods we stayed till late..
wrapped in your arms, 'twas a date..

and yes, it was that wild night..
and we don't know each other today..
and the moon pretends he didn't hear..
the sounds of pleasure that were made..
showering those kisses of lust..
and we pretend we know not what love is,..

and the smell of the flowers that bloomed that night
reminds me so much of you tonight

but all I know is, it wasn't love..
all it was, just another wild night... ;-)


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  1. Hanif Hassan BarbhuiyaMarch 8, 2013 at 8:15 AM

    nice & different

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  2. Easwar ArumugamMarch 8, 2013 at 3:13 PM

    nicely composed.

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  3. asteria's canvassMarch 13, 2013 at 9:05 PM

    somehow the love poems always steal my heart....:)

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    1. AnonymousMarch 17, 2013 at 2:41 PM

      Beautifully written. A natural smile appeared on my face while i was reading it...the smile is still there :-)

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    2. AnonymousMarch 17, 2013 at 2:55 PM

      Beautifully written. A natural smile appeared on my face while i was reading it...the smile is still there :-)

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  4. Sanhita BaruahMarch 17, 2013 at 2:50 PM

    Thanks a lot for appreciating :) keep reading :)

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  5. Saurabh ChawlaJune 26, 2013 at 2:32 PM

    a different one :) liked the ending too :)

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