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Writers' Block

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Since the time we got hitched
It will a year quite soon
Its amazing how everything has changed
But in our minds, it always has been june!

From “that’s-ma-guy” to “meet-ma-hubby”
The journey has had its ups and downs
I wish I had kept my temper in check,
But we have had more smiles, lesser frowns!

I discovered the clown in me,
You found out you could be a child
We thought we got to know life
And we thought we were lost in wild!

Marriage is made up of two people,
And laughter acts as the glue
Why am I coming up with such shitty rhyming
Seriously, I have no clue!

But I am sure you know what I mean
Even when you cannot read mind!
I am blessed to have you around
And you are lucky as I am one of a kind!

Since it’s humiliating, and difficult
To go on when you have writer’s block
All I would say, I loved this year
With you, everyday round the clock!











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  1. Vinita17 April 2013 at 15:26

    Nice

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  2. Unknown17 April 2013 at 19:41

    Nice..bit confused as it is something or everything about life?

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  3. Unknown17 April 2013 at 20:56

    Thank you :) something it is. Everything about life can not be summed up in words. Dont you think ? :)

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  4. Unknown18 April 2013 at 00:29

    you match my talent......... hahaha........... i couldn't write so better... u rock... collect all of them... i will make sure they are published.......... after some years.......

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  5. Unknown18 April 2013 at 05:28

    a very nice amalagm of words n thoughts!!....:):)

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  6. Rricky18 April 2013 at 18:37

    Awesome and Lovely!! Keep it up!

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  7. Tom Tom23 May 2013 at 00:40

    Read through with awe, kudos!!Its a beautiful piece.

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