Love, Not Anymore

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  1. Rahul BhatiaAugust 25, 2014 at 8:51 PM

    Lovely writing Saru! A flow of emotions....

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  2. UnknownAugust 25, 2014 at 10:18 PM

    Very nice.
    Do not cry. Makes it all the more emotional.

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  3. UnknownAugust 26, 2014 at 1:55 AM

    A fight between mind and heart will most possibly end in tears...The ending brought chills in me Saru. The 2nd stanza is so meaningful. Love it Saru.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 26, 2014 at 2:00 PM

      Glad you liked it, Vidhya. :)

      Thanks for reading.

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  4. RekhaAugust 26, 2014 at 2:14 AM

    Reflects the pain so beautifully. A beautiful piece as always.

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  5. संजय भास्‍कर August 26, 2014 at 2:17 AM

    Every word is an expression Beautiful composition

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  6. Yogi SaraswatAugust 26, 2014 at 4:56 AM

    Memories, the last day in wild prairie
    Knocks on my window pane
    Ushers a wild smile on my lips
    But never eases off my pain
    nice words ! straight from Heart

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  7. AnonymousAugust 26, 2014 at 9:29 AM

    Oh, those memories! Lovely writing.

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  8. Anunoy SamantaAugust 26, 2014 at 9:57 AM

    " You are my lover, now and forever
    We can never be friends"- so true!
    enjoyed your craft Saru :-)

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  9. Found In FolsomAugust 26, 2014 at 10:02 AM

    Didn't know pain could be expressed so beautifully :)

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  10. Saurabh ChawlaAugust 26, 2014 at 1:13 PM

    emotional and quite bold one! I liked the ending :)

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  11. Bikash ChAugust 27, 2014 at 9:10 AM

    Hi Saru
    Beautiful poem: captures the essence of moments that lovers undergo. :)

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  12. i b aroraAugust 27, 2014 at 9:18 AM

    i love the last line, nice

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  13. Anil KumarAugust 27, 2014 at 10:44 AM

    Very lovely writeup Saru... You always rock...

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  14. UnknownAugust 27, 2014 at 11:35 AM

    it was so amazing Saru, I am not able to choose which of the line is my favorite. It touched me truly mesmerizing poem...touched the right chords.

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    1. Saru SinghalAugust 29, 2014 at 9:39 AM

      Thank you for your generous comment, Shweta. :)

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  15. AnonymousAugust 27, 2014 at 2:47 PM

    Beautiful! Liked how you've penned it using the right words.
    The second para is just wonderful, the whole poem indeed is. :)

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  16. AnonymousAugust 27, 2014 at 3:25 PM

    Beautiful Saru....super poignant

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  17. BushraAugust 27, 2014 at 3:32 PM

    Beautiful! :)

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  18. smAugust 27, 2014 at 5:28 PM

    touchy poem

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  19. PriyashiAugust 27, 2014 at 7:28 PM

    Very touching poem Saru.....well expressed.....:)

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  20. UppalAugust 27, 2014 at 9:55 PM

    AN OCEAN OF EMOTIONS!

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  21. CRDAugust 27, 2014 at 10:39 PM

    The emotions of the protagonist remind me of U2's song "With or Without You"

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  22. PriyaAugust 28, 2014 at 1:15 AM

    What a beautiful poem Saru!! As always, of course.

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  23. RachnaAugust 28, 2014 at 1:30 AM

    Such sadness, deep loss in love.

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  24. CifarAugust 28, 2014 at 2:48 AM

    another beautiful composition, heart touching poem

    Humsafar

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  25. AnonymousAugust 28, 2014 at 3:06 AM

    A pure rendition of love! Touching!

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  26. Shesha ChaturvediAugust 28, 2014 at 3:09 AM

    Poignantly Beautiful!

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  27. Mr.MiglaniAugust 28, 2014 at 4:46 AM

    :) lovely

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  28. UnknownAugust 28, 2014 at 4:51 AM

    Very poignant Saru... it touched my heart... beautiful words cried out loud for that one thing called true love...amazing...

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  29. ManiparnaAugust 28, 2014 at 5:07 AM

    Nicely expressed Saru..as always... :-)

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  30. KaunquestAugust 28, 2014 at 6:16 AM

    pure expressions..well written

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  31. Bikramjit Singh MannAugust 28, 2014 at 6:40 AM

    the ways of the heart .. never understood .. beautiful but sad poem


    Bikram's

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  32. UnknownAugust 28, 2014 at 7:00 AM

    I know the feeling..touchy!!

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  33. My little DiaryAugust 28, 2014 at 8:15 AM

    beautifully written saru! latest on my blog http://ankitaranotra.blogspot.in/2014/08/have-you-been-swept-by-als-ice-bucket.html

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  34. Datta GhoshAugust 28, 2014 at 8:28 AM

    I rattle inside.... beautiful
    never friends....yes some people can either be lovers or strangers never friends

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  35. K.A. AcharyaAugust 28, 2014 at 10:03 AM

    What an emotional poem! You have expressed pain beautifully, Saru.

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  36. Ashwini C NAugust 28, 2014 at 1:22 PM

    Ah. Another mind-heart conflict! Sometimes people admire others for being strong in tough situations, for all we know they might not have had any other choice~!

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  37. Tarang SinhaAugust 29, 2014 at 7:37 AM

    Beautiful poem! Thus sharing the sunshine award with you Please see this post. Thanks! :) http://tarangsinha.blogspot.in/2014/08/blogging-is-bliss.html

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  38. Amrit SinhaAugust 29, 2014 at 3:11 PM

    How do you come up with such rhyming beauties ... the pain and love so beautifully described ... another gem of a poem, and I am not surprised. After all, when you are the poetess, gems flow like raindrops :D

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    1. Saru SinghalSeptember 2, 2014 at 2:42 PM

      Hehehee... You are too extravagant with your compliments.

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  39. HemantAugust 30, 2014 at 12:55 AM

    Beautiful, though painful...and so real!!!

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    1. Saru SinghalSeptember 2, 2014 at 2:44 PM

      Thank you, good to hear from you after a long time.

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  40. Ankur AnandAugust 30, 2014 at 11:58 AM

    some times i wish to write like this but cant :(
    so beautiful !

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  41. Writefully YoursAugust 31, 2014 at 10:45 AM

    I loved the second and the third para...suddenly makes it all real. Different from other love poems which focus on more rose tinted aspects of love. This was a tale of a terrible self realization...2 lost souls, beautiful!

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    1. Saru SinghalSeptember 2, 2014 at 5:16 PM

      Lets forget that I have written it. I feel this is true. You want someone back only if they want to and love you. And I do believe once lovers can never be friends. Thanks for reading.

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  42. Kokila guptaSeptember 2, 2014 at 1:50 PM

    Beautiful .... specially liked the third stanza... :)

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    1. Saru SinghalSeptember 2, 2014 at 5:18 PM

      Thanks for gracing the blog, Kokila. Glad you liked it. :)

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  43. Vinay NagarajuSeptember 4, 2014 at 12:04 AM

    Loved it, The beauty of your poems esp when they come to the climactic part is absolutely lovely :).. Enjoyed this one :)

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  44. Palak DuaSeptember 9, 2014 at 8:42 AM

    I just had tears in my eyes after reading this....An excellent piece of work..

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