My first love
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10/27/2009 9:22 amLast Read: |
" MY FIRST LOVE " My own town,now strange to me, those narrow,snaky roads. Though tearing greeneries, are dreams now, Naked hills rows,looks like swords. widened concrete way,lifeless, sides with huge add-boards. My palace like college, hidened behind shopping giants, where gone those mall. tiles roofed benglows,gardens, perhaps, secrificed on progress call. Three decade passed, I was twenty of age. Study and noting, heart was a blank page. sudenly,flushed a vision, that time, I had only a mission. Wandering here and there, waiting whole day. for a glimpse of her. One winter morning, she was sitting,on window seat, I offered my seat, A thanks knot,started all beat. Love ink spreaded on blank page, Oh that emage , a meaningfull gaze. Like a epidemic desease, love story,spreaded all over. every one try to irritate, We tried to ourselve sober. days, months,passed, suddenly she vanished, I was speechless, some one shoved a slip in my hand. "My gardians settled in capital, we will meet again" a slip of condemn. So many years,passed. where is she? How is she? will we meet again? Just,to ask,how are you? How was you? A twist in heart, A part ever in dark. K U M A R |
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11/3/2009 8:44 am |
All the very best for your book... Re : my age... me still sweet 16    
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11/3/2009 4:40 am |
Next year I will publish my all poems and she will know when she came to know that Kumar is actually Kuber kumar Arya. Otherwise.....? by the way what is your age? Re : my age... me still sweet 16 ......Learn from yesterday, Live for today, Hope for tomorrow....
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11/2/2009 9:30 am |
I was not even born that time  Hope she will see this poem  by the way what is your age?
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11/2/2009 6:15 am |
Hi, mellissa after a long gape? Ya this is my picture.I was 20 of age and in second year student of college....kumar Hope she will see this poem ......Learn from yesterday, Live for today, Hope for tomorrow....
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11/1/2009 5:31 pm |
is tht your pic ???
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11/1/2009 5:29 pm |
So cute pic!Kumar,it's really nice to go thru your first love.
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11/1/2009 10:10 am |
So cute pic!Kumar,it's really nice to go thru your first love.
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11/1/2009 8:18 am |
is tht your pic ??? ......Learn from yesterday, Live for today, Hope for tomorrow....
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10/31/2009 9:07 pm |
'THINK on THESE THINGS' By Joyce Sequichie Hifler First things and first times....the newness of the present moment holds such a breath of youth, such a challenge, there are moments in everyone's life they wish they could relive. Just to recall those times when the newness, the memory of first things were beautiful and exciting. But life never stands still. It moves forward or it decays. It cannot hold on to the past in any way. If the newness of first things has not grown into finer and more beautiful moments, then it cannot go on. Everyone can recall something so dear that it becomes new again just by thinking about it. Courage, love, joy, contentment, all these can call to mind the special moments that were beginnings of new eras, new times in living. The scales of life tip this way and that to make those times full of meaning and sometimes vividly painful. And then sometimes it takes a season to mend the heart and spirit. When they are ready, the experience of new times and new beginnings and first things will bloom once more and the youthful challenge again enchants.
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10/31/2009 9:08 am |
'THINK on THESE THINGS' By Joyce Sequichie Hifler First things and first times....the newness of the present moment holds such a breath of youth, such a challenge, there are moments in everyone's life they wish they could relive. Just to recall those times when the newness, the memory of first things were beautiful and exciting. But life never stands still. It moves forward or it decays. It cannot hold on to the past in any way. If the newness of first things has not grown into finer and more beautiful moments, then it cannot go on. Everyone can recall something so dear that it becomes new again just by thinking about it. Courage, love, joy, contentment, all these can call to mind the special moments that were beginnings of new eras, new times in living. The scales of life tip this way and that to make those times full of meaning and sometimes vividly painful. And then sometimes it takes a season to mend the heart and spirit. When they are ready, the experience of new times and new beginnings and first things will bloom once more and the youthful challenge again enchants. ~~~~don't just count your blessings....share them~~~~
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10/28/2009 9:54 am |
kumarsambhava... beautiful blog she is in your heart which is a gift in itself. 
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10/28/2009 8:59 am |
kumarsambhava... beautiful blog she is in your heart which is a gift in itself. ~~~~don't just count your blessings....share them~~~~
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10/28/2009 5:56 am |
Dearest Kumar, Thanks you did bring me back to my first love,,,,,Oh! to be 16 and in love................. 
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10/28/2009 4:15 am |
Dearest Kumar, Thanks you did bring me back to my first love,,,,,Oh! to be 16 and in love................. WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET  [
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10/27/2009 6:31 pm |
Tjankyou so much dear friend,After all its your right to know every event of life...kumar
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10/27/2009 2:54 pm |
wow my frnd this is a good love story ..really was great reading this side of you.. made my heart melt tks for sharing you story ... talk to you later my frnd g Never lose hope. There is always a battle going on tat you don't see...
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