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Soul


A credence within
propitious to be true
Its my conscience 

When a soul escapes 
leaves deep scars within and voids 
lust to be alive 

Written for Haiku Heights

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  1. hmmmm...strong words indeed!
    some times I wonder what should I comment that would convey my thoughts very well :)
    lovely dear :)

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    1. Happy to know that! :)
      Thanks a lot chweetss! :)

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  2. Interesting thoughts Simran! :)

    N thanks for stopping by! It's quite a coincidence that i had this frnd calld Simran back in school days n i always told her that i loved her name! ;)

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    1. Glad you felt it interesting! :)

      Awww :) that's cute to know!

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  3. wow....this is one of the deepest haikus i ve ever read...strong n gripping...6 lines 24 words but 100watt power feeling strikin at ones...awesome write...:)

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    1. Hi Vaisakhi!

      Yeyyy! :) Your words making me fly! Whoa! 100 W power in my words!
      Thank you so much! Happyyyy me!
      BTW..How's life going ?

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  4. Lovely words ... I could feel the depth in them !!!

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    1. Glad you can feel my words :)
      Thanks , Amrit!

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  5. A wandering, listless soul can be a sad, maybe tragic soul!

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    1. That's true, Gemma!
      Happy to have you here. Thanks! :)

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  6. beautiful (and big) words.....Made me think.....think about 'when a soul escapes'

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    1. Thank you so much joanne :)
      Pleasure to have you ...

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  7. excellent set...second one was exceptional...too good... :)

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  8. Wow...!
    I really loved the line 'Lust to be alive'
    Awesome one Simi!

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  9. Beautiful

    ~http://xs2rahulz.blogspot.in/

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  10. Found this one a bit heavier from you Simran..you are evolving into a wonderfyl thinking poet.. well done..and blessings..

    RS:)

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    1. Welcome to My Friendship , Ramesh ji!

      Really its a huge honor for me to have such appreciating words from one of the great Poet!
      Thanks a lot! :)

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    1. Glad you felt my words powerful!
      Thank you so much! :)

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  12. I don’t believe in soul exists... but I appreciate your thoughts indeed and perhaps u have reasons on credence. I believe conscience is based on sense and observation!

    Best wishes, Simran :)

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    1. Happy to have your thoughts. Thank you so much :)
      Best wishes to you too!

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  13. Smaller, the heavier!. Its a different world here at your blog Simran. :)

    http://anshul-gautam.blogspot.in/2012/08/the-photo-frame.html

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    1. Happy you feels a different world at my blog :)
      Overwhelmed by your words. Thank you so much.

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  14. good i like it . and i want to be your friend read my blog...

    http://jobsoftypingnewin2012.blogspot.com/

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  15. beautiful simran , I am not good at haikus ..


    Bikram's

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    1. Thanks Biks Dear :)
      It Ok! You are a good reader and thinker!

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  16. this is so short yet so deep. i'm blown away, simran! great haiku! <3 :-)

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  17. indeed thought

    happy independence day

    thanks

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    1. :)

      Thanks!
      Happy Independence Day to you too! :)

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  18. Love your haiku .. i like second one :)
    pic is too good .. !!
    Thanks for sharing

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    1. Welcome Anu! :)

      Glad you liked :)
      Thank you so much!

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  19. Loved it so much Little One!

    Someone is Special

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~Simran

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