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Beyond The Earth...

It's a story of two souls, knitted in love,
Together they formed a life, higher and above.
One winter morning, while singing love songs,
They renounced worldly pleasures, and became love monks.

And there wasn't anyone around, only she and only him,
They hugged each other, and the lights were dim.

Walking in the morning fog, they went beyond the sky,
Hands in hands, they bid the world good-bye.
So deep was the love, the passion so high,
They were beyond any pain, and could heard no cry.

And there wasn't anyone around, only she and only him,
They hugged each other, and the lights were dim.

Alone, aloof, united in love,
When they found a world, in the world above,
The Cupids danced, the Fairies smiled,
The sky glittered, and the world seemed bright.
Next moment they were in mountains, covered with clouds and snow,
Her gown slipped her shoulder each time the wind blow.

And there wasn't anyone around, only she and only him,
They hugged each other, and the lights were dim.

They are still in the blue sky, away from the man made laws,
Exchanging dreams under the moon, lying in a tranquil pose.
They look happy, the look beautiful, yes they are in love,
They are soaked in showers, which are the blessings from above.

And there isn't anyone around, only she and only him,
They are hugging each other, and the lights are dim...

Comments

  1. Very well said!! I agree..
    Love is beyond any boundaries. Even death can't stop the passion of love. Love is a very beautiful feeling.

    "When the lights are dim, love is glowing...
    Its only she and him..." :)

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  2. hey Vibha..great thoughts wrapped in beautiful words... Will certainly try n keep a track of it...n ya the design is awesome....:)...

    Keep Expressing!

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  3. They are still in the blue sky, away from the man made laws,
    beautiful,, no boudriesand no laws,,,,

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