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:: Unfinished Story ::

                                                                                                
:: unspoken words :: unregistered thoughts :: uncertain promises :: unaltered love :: unexpected visit from an unforgettable friend :: unvisited dreams :: unreasonable sorrow :: unintentional fights :: unheard apologies :: unhelpful musings of an unoccupied mind :: unidentified music :: uncontained smile :: unruffled pages of an unopened book :: ungoverned joy :: unlucky time :: unresolved conflicts :: unpleasant memories punctuated with uncovered tears :: unnoticed gloom :: unconnected snippets :: unadventurous being :: unblemished separations :: unheard goodbyes:: unachievable goals :: unanswered questions :: unquestioned answers :: unceasing wait for an undeserved friend :: unaccompanied loner :: unobserved distance :: unbearable sweetness :: unplugged happiness :: unjust loyalty :: unconscious decisions :: undeniable results :: unclogged visions of an unwell past :: unstoppable pain :: unshared happiness :: undrinkable wisdom :: unruly outbursts of uncivilized emotions :: unhidden feelings :: unwanted life :: un-understandable desire :: unforgettable time :: unbearable silence :: unfinished stories :: unconcerned me ::

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Saumya said…
un-forgettable piece of yours....mind boggling....good work!
May 24, 2010 at 9:31 PM
Pri said…
beautifully summed up..life in fragments!!
May 25, 2010 at 10:31 AM
Mukesh said…
wow.....
Nice post !
May 25, 2010 at 6:23 PM
Dreamcatcher said…
@pri, @mukesh :thnkyou so much guys :)
May 26, 2010 at 3:07 AM
Chandrika Shubham said…
Interesting collection! :)
May 28, 2010 at 6:16 AM
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