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SEMANTIC SPACES.

We were playing upon the sands by the sea,
Talking, laughing, reflecting
When all of a sudden I couldn't see you,
I thought you were lost forever.......
That you were drowning.....
I was frantic,
I was scared with the fear of losing you!!
I dived into the waves, again and again,
Searching for you in vain..............
When I had given up hope and
Decided to drown forever too,
I saw you standing on the sands
Calling me from behind," Here I am!!"
Telling me that you were never lost in the ocean of infinity.
That you were always with me
with a cheeky smile on your face...............
Then I woke up in the dream
Before me lay empty pages and a pen
But Words weren't enough,
To tell what I had seen,
Words were imperfect, empty and blank for me!!
I lay down the pen,
And only the empty pages were at all,
And then I felt the feelings of emptiness.....in me with an empty space
Empty pages
Empty spaces
Semantic spaces are better than empty words after all................

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  1. kaka hoyeche puro.....u will be damn successful in life wid or widout ne1!.....sotti!!

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  2. with or without nyone ?? Wat do u mean by that?? nyways thanks sounak.

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  3. thoughts of an angel - wud any human being understand actually!!!!!

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