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Jun 2012
Something was very different in this morning glory
The cupid had blessed me with a brand new story.
There were certain promises in the start which I had to oath
It was important for future ensuring a compatible growth.
It started away and the world seemed down under,
My life got a new meaning, which made people, wonder.
The ride started and life continued in its own pace,
But the journey was swiftly adding memories irrespective of the space.
Anything and Everything soon became the only vocabulary which I understood,
And there I was, preserving each and every moment under the hood.
Thus, life got more and more valuable with this blissful treasure,
Each day seemed special now, full of joyous pleasure.
Nothing could have been better than this blessing of the supreme power,
Happiness was flowing in heart making me feel at the peak of heaven’s tower.
But man is greedy and thus the aim was to be wealthier with such memories for life,
Knock! Knock! And the sleep just got over with the dream turning into a falling knife.


Something was very different in this morning glory
The cupid had blessed me with a brand new story.
An unexpected occurrence suddenly arose in between the way
The relation blessed by sun now lost its sheen and so did its ray.
The pool of memories now suddenly seemed the biggest fear,
Who knew that accumulated fortune would also bring a tear?
The past was still beautiful but the present left me unaided,
Though memories are still in heart, but the inner self feels degraded.
Tears, Requests, Anger and Love, all were efforts which went in vain,
The memories started hurting now which I believed I could empty in drain.
But it is just not easy, to let go off someone who was a part of you,
Every minute recalls the time spent with her, making you feel blue.
The purpose every day is to get rid of emotions and start afresh,
Either you hurt yourself physically or find yourself caught in a mesh.
The memories which made you smile still continue to haunt
You find yourself alone in the crowd seeing yourself daunt.
Written by
ANGAD SINGH SALUJA
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