tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766728506187810361.post6994803275183720093..comments2023-09-12T21:41:03.823+05:30Comments on a journey called...: The Unfinished WifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766728506187810361.post-52964344291526209262010-05-14T17:25:52.249+05:302010-05-14T17:25:52.249+05:30@ vipul...my pleasure :)@ vipul...my pleasure :)wandererhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17586404593878583897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766728506187810361.post-84150399263279448532010-05-14T17:17:59.780+05:302010-05-14T17:17:59.780+05:30Beautiful piece of poetry to go with a vry thought...Beautiful piece of poetry to go with a vry thoughtful fotograph.. really liked Aritra's idea behind this pic.. nice read :)<br /><br />nd yeah a nice way 2 attract someone's attention by promoting the posts at Indivine. thnx anyway..Vipul Groverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14759165630549569179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766728506187810361.post-81066613425245532862010-04-21T10:16:26.030+05:302010-04-21T10:16:26.030+05:30This is what Aritra-the main initiator of this pos...This is what Aritra-the main initiator of this post had to say:<br /><br />Name : Aritra<br />URL : http://aritrachatterji.wordpress.com<br /><br />Comment :<br />This is just what I had imagined. With these words of yours, my thoughts and emotions about the subject truly found their due expressions.The picture now looks more lively, more meaningful to me... Thank you my friend :)wandererhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17586404593878583897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766728506187810361.post-19909891582277362492010-04-20T15:39:03.949+05:302010-04-20T15:39:03.949+05:30Humanitarian it is.
After all everyone is human, e...Humanitarian it is.<br />After all everyone is human, emotions in them are as strong in them as us, however wrong one does.<br />Beautiful portrayal of her side.<br /><br />And never knew you were a Bengali too!<br />:)Zavehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06104612482211976149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6766728506187810361.post-91379289649035924232010-04-20T11:43:11.943+05:302010-04-20T11:43:11.943+05:30The wind stops momentarily,
just to pass by,
left...The wind stops momentarily, <br />just to pass by,<br />left a gloomy look ,<br />waiting to return ||<br /><br />winter leaves left it's branch,<br />to fly before a fall,<br />past agony recalls destiny,<br />to live before last call...<br /><br />will he come back ?<br />question to thy self,<br />keep coming back,<br />a destiny thru fate, bewildered self ||<br /><br />know not good or bad,<br />forgot the feel of sad,<br />will wait, till i fly,<br />will wait till i die ||<br /><br />* Tomar ta sotti khub touching khubi bhalo laglo , tai amio kichhu line jure dilam ":) TimirTimir'shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11173289049158432471noreply@blogger.com