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I know

I have partly accepted your silence. Your choice to ignore, to pretend, to forget.

I have mostly embodied your distance. Your sudden change of mind, your near indifference.

I have nearly understood your intention. Your unbecoming smile, your blank eyes.

I have barely felt your unending discomfort. Your unrelenting confusion, your one-more goodbye.

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  1. Anonymous23 June 2013 at 11:47

    Have you ever watched the movie, "The Little Minister?" It is a 1930's classic starring Katharine Hepburn. It is based on a 1890's novel by J. M. Barrie. Actually, the movie was either the 4th or the 5th film-rendition of the novel (the earlier ones were all silent movies). I got hooked on to these during the 1989 Berlin Film festival and watched them back to back. There is a line in the novel that I can never forget:

    "Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love un-returned has its rainbow."

    Anonymous-no-longer

    PS: By the way, your expression in poetry is simply beautiful. Very well written.

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  2. Zoya Brar25 June 2013 at 13:19

    "Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love un-returned has its rainbow."

    Thats nice

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  3. Anonymous30 June 2013 at 09:56

    You can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple Earthly event. Coincidence. That’s all anything really is, nothing more then coincidence. There are no miracles, there’s no such thing as fate, and nothing is meant to be…

    P.S. Watch 500 Days of Summer, if you havent already.

    5-D

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  4. Zoya Brar30 June 2013 at 21:50

    Ok 5-D,tell me who you are!

    I have seen 500 days of summer and really enjoyed it

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  5. Anonymous2 July 2013 at 08:25

    I dont think we ever really knew or know each other.

    My identity is futile, only my thoughts are meaningful! Your identity is futile, only the words I read are meaningful. Our obsession with clarity often distants us from the bigger picture, I am nothing more than a just another reader of your words.

    P.S. You related more to the girl or the guy in 500 DoS?

    5-D

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  6. Zoya Brar2 July 2013 at 08:30

    Yes. However, don't you think this information sharing is imbalanced? I know it's a choice I made by making my blog public but I still crave to at least be able to read your thoughts like you get to read mine.

    Overall.. More with the girl.. But I have related with the boy at many points in my life as well.

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  7. Zoya Brar2 July 2013 at 08:32

    Does the sign off 5 D have anything to do with school

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  8. Anonymous2 July 2013 at 23:54

    I choose to keep my thoughts and words concealed, as most of them are / were written with a specific emotion or person in mind. I am not as gifted as you, neither am I as courageous as you - since I choose to render my very ordinary and normal life through the lens of anonymity.

    I am not a secret admirer, I am not an infatuaos friend, I am not a friend altogether, I am just a passer by relishing over a thought.

    I have never been able to relate with the girl, always have been the guy :( ,though recently I have come to appreciate the girl more than ever. Her resolve to accept her gut feeling. That one day she just knew!

    and Yes, it is from school.

    5-D

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  9. Zoya Brar7 July 2013 at 11:24

    You confuse me.

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