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Daytime slumber...

Daytime it was..when I kept sleeping...
you were here with me...waitin 4 me 2 wake up...

whenever u tried to, i hushed u away...
i shud hav woken up..u had so much 2 say...

evening it was...i felt like getting out of my slumber...
i saw u...pushed you away...told u to leave...it was my bad temper...

i hav woken up now...but its darkness all around...
i want you to be with me...but u r nowhere 2 b found...

come back my love....come back to me...
without you in my life...i don't feel like me...
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  1. sandy10:49 PM, May 03, 2007

    Is it original??
    if yes then S/w line mein kya kar rha hai...bahar nikal yahan se

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  2. Kanoo Sahajwala10:51 PM, May 04, 2007

    s/w line me rehkar hi ye dil ki bhadas bahar nikal ke ata hai dost...;)

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  3. DK1:02 PM, May 18, 2007

    Hey Bro...Nice piece of writing...didnt knw u had a blog space....

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  4. ky11:29 PM, June 09, 2009

    beautiful!

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  5. ky12:07 PM, April 05, 2011

    All I can say is that we love a man who loves his woman.

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  6. Kanoo Sahajwala2:16 PM, April 05, 2011

    And a Man loves a woman who understands her man more than anything else

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  7. ky2:20 PM, April 05, 2011

    Ironic! The man realizes that she understands him, only after she leaves him forever. Sigh..
    So, did she come back?

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  8. Kanoo Sahajwala2:23 PM, April 05, 2011

    This expression talks about the time when the man left the woman, and then got her back..

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  9. ky2:35 PM, April 05, 2011

    He left her even when she understood her man more than anything else!??

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  10. Kanoo Sahajwala2:38 PM, April 05, 2011

    The Man got what he wanted, but if the woman seemingly didn't, was that fair?

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  11. ky2:41 PM, April 05, 2011

    And what was that?

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