7th Feb was the day,
I confessed my love,
The day I surrendered,
The day to be remembered.
Mesmerising moments,
Unrealistic dreams,
All I wonder if that happened,
Nothing remains the same about this day.
In the scenario of the past,
I realise today; it all vanished so fast,
Everything is just a fake,
No more surprises, gifts and cake.
The greetings all dead,
The flower’s sweetness died,
The emotions killed and hurted,
Its you who made this day;
So lonely and feelings deserted.
Same day, same date,
Even the clocks are the same,
Its you and me that have changed,
The past love is still the same.
Jyoti Vishwakarma’s 
memories
~
defining
identities
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Ya, ur so right… memories are the factor which creats you what you are in present.
Thankyou for ur like and comment.
Pls do visit again.
God bless,
Jyoti
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Lovely declaration of love.
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My pleasure you liked it…
Thankyou for ur valuable words..
Pls do visit again.
God bless,
Jyoti
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how truly & nicely expressed the exact feelings about memories !
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hmm.. when memories invades in… the words turn itself into an art… thanks.
pls do welcum again.
god bless,
jyoti
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