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Remembering You


And I wonder if it makes sense,
thinking about you,  and for so long..


I wonder if they mean anything
your talks of love and pain..
I wonder if it's for me
what you write, so dearly..


and I wonder if it makes sense,
waiting for you, and for so long..


I wonder if you think about me
While laughing with your friends
I wonder if you remember me
And how we used to be


And I wonder if it makes sense,
Crying for you, and for so long..

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  1. AnonymousMarch 14, 2013 at 8:41 AM

    full of love !! :) "I wonder" a phrase which shows helplessness and hope at the same time !! Ask the one who just wonders, all the more , with years passing by , recalling what it was like and if at all "I" am being thought about as well !! amazing lines !!

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    1. Sanhita BaruahMarch 14, 2013 at 9:45 PM

      thanks a lot :-) keep reading :)
      and yes, helplessness it is, and a little ray of hope, and a trace of fear that the wait is wasteful, that love has vanished and the hopes will drown..

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  2. AnonymousMarch 17, 2013 at 3:18 PM

    Beautifully written. Hearttouching indeed

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