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My 100 friends.

My 100 friends.

Thank you all for being my friend at least for one moment, one day, and month through this medium.

Reading what i wrote, giving healthy comments, giving encouraging

GB entries…….and visiting regularly.

Even never seen each other……..we r being good friends…..some are making sweet arguments through letters, some thank through letters, some share the pain through letters, some r encouraging, admiring, wishing, some times wondering, sharing ..

It's a land of real wonders . Imagine saying, I have friend, but I haven't talk to that friend till now, I haven't seen that friend till now, I don't know where is his home, I don't have his phone no, and it goes like that .But we share ideas every day its seems some thing different, but true in iland .

Today I completed accepting 100 friends in my land in one month . Its no simply clicking add as a friend. Only after reading their posts, requesting them, visiting them many times, commenting, and giving GBs.

Today 13 June. Another important '13' in my life. Got new 100 friends to share my ideas .

We can be a bunch of flowers like this photo I clicked from a playing ground.

Thank you all once again

Visit my posts again and read and criticise, comment, or congratulate

Yours Venmony Bimalraj

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THIS IS MY HUMBLE PRESENT TO MY FRIEND FEBIN FOR HIS GLORIOUS WINNING IN PHOTGRAPHY CONTEST..

I LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY,THAN MY POEMS,STORIES AND WRITINGS……I TOOK MORE THAN 10000 SNAPS …STILL I LIKE HIS SNAPS…..

BIMAL RAJ

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Your love letter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A letter to your love should be written when away you are,

Away from, where she is and away from her mind,

And write, when you fall in love, to care her softly ,

And when you are breathless, to tell how much you love her.

 

 

Letter to love should be written when heart feel you are alone,

It should move the sorrows from u, free Ur mind and bright Ur eyes,

Bring a smile that could pat the feelings as if your soul mate is near

And move the fingers along the letter like u move them on her forehead.

 

Whisper the words like feeling her inhale; see her, closing eyes slowly

Sound the rhythm between the lines, which makes u both - one,

Sink in the oneness where you are alone, looking into her eyes as,

She floats in your hands; cling to your neck, with shivering lips.

 

Write it when you are happy, but some hurt, pining inside,

Pain that makes a lover cry, the pain of the love filled inside,

With that write a letter, that will make a mark of everlasting love,

Which will be  a letter of love, a messenger of love to your love.

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Chemistry of Love.

It was you who gave me the first look,


It was you who shared me the first smile,


It was you who asked me something rare,


It was you who took something special from me,


It was you who hold my hand with special feel,


It was you who carried me to a fantasy world,


It was you who kissed my lips first,


It was you who tasted my sweetness crazily,


It was you who gave me everything of you,


It was you who made me dreamy always,


It was you who trained how to love,


It was you who pained me being far away,


It was you who left me for ever,


It was you who broken my heart, cruelly,


It was you who throw me like a ruined doll,


It was you who put tears in my life ,


It was you who taught me the chemistry of love.

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IPL Vs BPL

What IPL can do and give for the poor and BPL poeple in india? ur comments pls..

When Indian cricket is celebrating the richness of IPL, the money made from this new business is making the richer more rich. Why a portion of this money which is made in this land from a mass public, can't be used for the betterment of the needy people in India.

Is it a good idea?

Why Sharuk, Mallya and other Royals can't think in that way also .

Let a portion of that money cheer the poor also.

Let them Sharuk, Mallya be the cheer builders

 

Posted in Cricket.

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Expecting u.

It's like expecting,


 

May be for Ur unseen unborn child,


Like an unseen girl u like a lot,


May be like a friend away for long time,


Or the upshot of some thing u prayer for, and

 

Expect the next day is fine for me.

 


 It's like expecting,

 

A new comment u leaves on me,


A new iland I land in, give a friend,


Challenges I take transform me


I will be good, and be, for some on, and


 

Expect the next week is fine for me.


 

It's like expecting,


More than what u wish to get


More light when u r in darkness,


A piece of relief when grain in pain,


Ur memories  when I'm alone, and

 

Expect the next month is fine for me

 

It's like expecting,

 
Ur mom near when u whimper of some thing lost for ever

Ur family when u r alone away weary,


A job when u r off it, and money when need


I'm expecting my inner self to come known to me and


 

Expect the year next  is fine and can do that for me.


© venmony bimalraj

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A letter to a wife

 

Posted in Poetry.

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