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My Soul

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Mournful sin,
Covering me out in dilemma,
Melancholic beats echoed in my ears,
Light was enraptured to terminate from my sight,
Satan was coming along with drowsy wind of Alas!
My heartbeats were fast and it was unbearable to listen..
The Satan grasped me,
I was in dark!
Screeching the dark confinement !
Eliminating the bonds,
 I narrowed down soon;
But my soul lashed it hard to be gratuitous.  
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  1. Someone is SpecialAugust 17, 2011 at 9:39 PM

    OMG! What a poem? How come you came with such a plot.. Amazing little one..

    Someone is Special

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  2. sHoNaAugust 17, 2011 at 10:52 PM

    yay so happy to see you pop up on my google reader again with poem! hope you stay!This is one of the best posts I've read from you in a long time man. What a beautiful crazy creature you are.! adorable post...Nice post. I am impressed. Keep it up.

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  3. Melissa TandocAugust 18, 2011 at 6:11 AM

    It's dark poetry little one...hmmm...but I read your conversations with my other little girl, Portia. It amazes me to read something that you have never experienced.
    Experimental artworks stretches your mind and heart...and that is great :)

    As a whole, your work sinks deep with the imagery you presented...

    Very well done!

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  4. Blasphemous AestheteAugust 18, 2011 at 8:02 AM

    In the dead of the night of a cold winter, did I realize, within me is an eternal summer.

    Perhaps, a pure soul shall never be taken by dark.


    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  5. BikramAugust 18, 2011 at 1:57 PM

    Nice one once again simran ..

    Bikram's

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  6. Subhrashis AdhikariAugust 18, 2011 at 10:26 PM

    your soul lashed it ... or assimilated and purified the Satan...

    Nice one!

    Cheers!
    SUB

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  7. AnonymousAugust 19, 2011 at 3:23 PM

    What an insight review, I like your article.

    Buy Zojirushi Bread Machine

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  8. SnehaAugust 19, 2011 at 10:08 PM

    Simmy I was thinking what to comment...you write so well...
    You are multitalented. A poet also ;)

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  9. KalyanAugust 20, 2011 at 3:25 PM

    lovely lines...beautifully crafted words!

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  10. AnonymousAugust 20, 2011 at 8:40 PM

    hats off... I am simply smitten and short of words to praise ur b'ful poem.. great work is all i can say.

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  11. UnknownAugust 21, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    Nicely written! :)
    I'm speechless. Hahah

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  12. Hema NimbekarAugust 22, 2011 at 4:19 PM

    Wow...you penned this one beautifully..as u did always...

    your writing always amaze me...how you choose your topic "Only God knows"...

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  13. ⁂ܓVållῐ ⁂ܓ☺September 2, 2011 at 7:11 PM

    Beautiful dear....always deep :D

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  14. Ph_September 11, 2011 at 6:33 PM

    Now this is the post I can relate to. Nice! :)

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