The blinding beauty of the sun...
Ever present and radiant...
Never failing to awake at dawn.
Like...a love lorn lover...
Her heart who hath not won.
The road lined with street lamps...
Casting shadows on those walking by..
Shadows come and go...
These lamps keep shining on.
Like....the bride of a king at war...
Sheltering all but seeking the one.
The famed life of the rising star...
The 75mm world...
The wealth, the women, the world at his feet.
Pining.....for the love he left behind....
Too far now....to retreat.
All these people...
All....fighting for love...
All......losing to it?
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Shal, did you write these?
no! i keep saying these in my sleep and she keeps jotting them down...i demand credit for my work!!!
ok ..i've been beaten black-n-blue the last evening..i admit..i lied..its all shal's..but i wish they were mine..oh i wish..i wish upon a star..sorry ...just trying my hand at it.
BTW- I love them Shal, and like chandru... i do hope I could rhyme and think like taht too.
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