I always wanted to be a great poet. Chicks dig poets. Don't you chicks? I always wanted to be listed next to people like Shakespere and Pushkin and Tagore. But I have serious issues with those bandu vah akuru and fili kolhi and kaafiyaa and stuff. Those things suck. Anyway, some days back I wrote this on Nadhies.
A new day has died
And a new night is here
Moment after moment passes
Minute after minute dies
And my soul awaits the hour
The hour I shall feel your hair
I'm addicted your temple at the east
And also the nights I see you in feast
If all that could make you satisfy
A way to leave you alive
I'd love to have you for a dance
And instead let you rape me for a change :S
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chicks dig poets ey... nice poem ingey but cudnt help laughing at the last two lines..cool ingey rannu!!!
rannu? LOL!!
rannamaari ah lobin kiyaa namakee "rannu" tha???
*blush
hahaha.. yea.. i saw u commenting on something saying u are called "Rannu"... loabing.. haha.
handhaan nethay bali huraytha, rannu ge :P
alhey rannu... i dig u already... :P
gud job. it's very nice. but wot happens at the end hahahaha very funny dho.
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