A Small Token of Love

Only two months old
Is my li’l “White Window”.
It is my friend, my strength, my shadow,
Reflection of my soul,
A collection of my
Sorrows, dreams n hopes.

My “White Window” is wide open
& through this window
I have gained
A lot many beautiful frenz.

Each n every one has accepted me
With open hearts n warm hugs.
& coz of their love n wishes
I am continuosly rising from the rugs.

“Thnx & lots of love n wishes 4 all my frenz who have alwys inspired me to do better. Your encauraging comments hv alwys inspired me to write straight from my heart”
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Here I want to mention a spcl name.
With whom I’ve developed a bond
Which is beyond my ability
To explain in mere words.

It’s Just a few days that we know each other
But from the very first day itself
We share our colors, tears n dreams together.

Is it just a coincident???
No it can’t be.

Any guesses about who she is..?

Yes, it is you Sameera!
Yes you “The Haven’s Angel”.
Not because you have bestowed
The “Candlied Apple” award to me.
But because of the limitless
Love, care n strength
You have showred on me.

With you I share a special bond
& am thankful that you understnd it
From the depth of your beautiful heart.
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Frenz…
I wanted to explain all this in
Much more details.
But then I realized
Relationships are better
Never explained.
Because no matter how hard we try
We can never understand
Why “FEELINGS” always
Wins the race and
Tops the chart.

“The best most beautiful thing in this world can’t be seen or even touched or explained. They must be felt with the heart.”

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THNX SAMEERA :)

~~~preetilata~~~

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SMILE

How jolly I am.
How happy I am
People are jealous of me
Because I always smile.
My smile is my asset,
My smile is my strength,
Now a days it has become my identity.

There’s always a twinkle in my eyes.
And a radiant glow on my face.
Because I smile a smile
Which is not fake.
I only smile…n smile…n smile.
My smile is something
Which comes from deep within my heart
And never leaves my face.

My smile is so true.
My smile is so pure.
My smile is so sweet.
My smile is so innocent.
My smile is so dear to me
Because
In the garb of my smile
I hide all my pain and suffering
To face the world
With my head held high.

~~~preetilata~~~

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Faces

At the end of the day
When the sky is all black,
When the pin-drop-silence
Engulfs the earth,
When the moon is all tired-up,
And the stars don’t want to
Twinkle any more.
I close my eyes, and I see faces.
Faces I have known, faces unknown.
Faces I love, faces I don’t care about.
Faces no longer in my life,
Faces who are intrinsic parts of it.
Faces whom I have never seen,
Faces whom I will never meet again.
Faces, faces, and only faces,
I see all kind of them.
A sense of gratitude fills my heart
Whenever I see them all.

Am thankful to god
For having known them,
No matter how, why, and when.
And I don’t regret
A SINGLE ONE.




~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

My Audible Colours !!!

Honey,
Can you hear the colours of my life?
Yes! They are audible.
Listen to them once dear,
Listen to them once.

My blue is calling you.
It’s full of sorrows.
It wants to fall down as tears.
So it wants you
To be near.
Please be there honey
Please be there.

My angry soul is red.
It has seen you on the bridge
With that brunette.
And please don’t tell me
That she is your friend
And you were discussing on
Something called urgent.

Oh! Dear!
My happy soul is green.
On you I want to lean.
I want to hug u tight
Please come and hold me again.

My heart is shouting yellow
It’s singing a song
Full of mellow.
Come and hold my hand
And let us cross the river.

Ah! Don’t be afraid
It’s not at all deep.
Come on Hun!
Letz go there
To the other side of the river
To touch the gigling rainbow
And to smell the smiling flowers.

Oh! There’s a swing pink in colour.
And a concreate bench
With greyish tint.

Come on, Shona!
Let’s go to that
VIBGYOR world
And listen to the
Audible colours of our heart.

~~~preetilata~~~

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