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Girl in Red and Guy in Black XI




What should I write that has not been written?

What should I say that has not been said?

Should I say that that I love you without any limits?

Or should I say that I’ll be with you as long as this life permits?


What should I promise that has not been promised?

Should I swear to hold you like this forever?

Or should I cross my heart to leave you never?


What should I bring you that has never been brought?

Do you wish for those classic moons and stars?

Or do you want me to win those brutal wars?


But as always, the truth is still the same

As always, I am still talking to your name

As always, I don’t know what feelings to frame

As always, I have a destiny to blame


What can I do to make this note travel?

Can I shout in a voice that could possibly touch your heart?

Or can I ask the winds to play my part?


Perhaps, a postal stamp will strike my deal

Or maybe I should call you to talk over the meal 

But as always, where do I find the courage that I need

As always, another page goes down, maybe someday you'll read




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  1. following your blog its amazing

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  2. :( seem like my story. who wrote it? girl in red or g in b? i wud lik to believe girl in red :)

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    1. I wanted it to be gender neutral, kind of phase we all go through... that's why didn't give any other heading...the moon, stars and wars has a bit of boy inclination..haha but it's 21 century girls can win wars for guys now isn't it? thanks for reading and commenting

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    2. heheheheheh sure, ma pleasure

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  3. I loved it, from beginning till the end!! :) very nice...

    Keep writing...

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  4. Hey Ishan! came across your blog just now, gosh you flow like a river. I so wish to get a phone number (kidding). Whats ur fb id?

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  5. thanks a lot for reading. do you write too? the link for fb page is just above the post

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