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I'm writing a poem, don't disturb, I said.
Broken lines is not poem, she said.
Broken dreams are, I said.

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  1. Saru SinghalAugust 1, 2013 at 10:46 PM

    That is so true. Profound.

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  2. hindustanisakhisaheliAugust 2, 2013 at 12:07 AM

    hmmmm so true

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  3. drgmemoirAugust 2, 2013 at 7:13 AM

    beautiful... :)

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  4. EkNazariyaa@blogspot.comAugust 2, 2013 at 10:28 AM

    right :).........

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  5. Ankur AnandAugust 2, 2013 at 1:18 PM

    wow .. !

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  6. Rohit SinghAugust 2, 2013 at 3:09 PM

    great and 100% right

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  7. Deepesh CAugust 2, 2013 at 3:37 PM

    Poignant... :-(

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  8. AditiAugust 2, 2013 at 4:52 PM

    Amazing what you can put across in just three lines!

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  9. AnonymousAugust 2, 2013 at 5:26 PM

    Sir..you spoke heart out in just few words :) Jai Ho ! :)

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  10. UnknownAugust 2, 2013 at 7:07 PM

    To be laconic in a way that is profound is the essence of writing and here we have a sample of it with poetical perfection. That is simply superb.

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  11. UnknownAugust 2, 2013 at 7:12 PM

    Yes, broken dreams make a good basis for poem but then our life is usually full of broken dreams. Does this mean our life too is a poem?

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  12. AnonymousAugust 2, 2013 at 11:00 PM

    Hi! It's been a while. I never read a poem by you before. It was tasty.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 4, 2013 at 10:22 PM

      Hi Shovon, it was splendid to see you in today's Hindu Literary Supplement. All the best for yur novel. I'll read it.

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  13. UnknownAugust 3, 2013 at 11:48 AM

    Beautiful and deep!!

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  14. wingsAugust 4, 2013 at 3:04 PM

    Brilliant Haiku-like crispness! hhm broken dreams!

    I told my husband another poem:
    Cinema is a poem of life for two hours.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 4, 2013 at 10:23 PM

      Oh, no, wings. Not every movie. Yu should have watched what was screened yesterday: the sound was utter flop.

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  15. TaraAugust 6, 2013 at 11:30 AM

    Beautiful,touching and true....Thanks!

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