When you look around the dance floor, you see a fringe of people. They drink, they dance, they move, they glance. And somebody on the far end of the bar table opens his wallet and touches a photograph, very very tenderly. Dedicated to that stranger in Fire and Ice who, well, reminded me to miss.
You weren’t supposed to matter,
I wasn’t supposed to care,
It was understood I’d stay here
And you’d simply move on there
You don’t really matter
And I don’t really care
I like being here
Just as you enjoy being there
But sometimes when there’s music
And longing runs free
I catch myself thinking
Of the way you danced with me
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-J [teerathyatra]
Lovely ..what else can I say, except how true ..how true...
Do visit my site someday ...ive just started writing - and leave your comments .. I'd really value that
Take care
Highest Regards!
Supriya
(The same anonymous who wrote about you being like Madonna -remember?)
www.miloumags.blogspot.com
PS-Abhishek works with me -he introduced me to your site - and theres no looking back since then!
I'm glad you're smiling and a little surprised that what puts a smile on your face isn't edible.:-)
Hey Hyde,
Let's clink glasses on that one.:-)
Hey Supriya,
Thanks a lot! I checked out your blog. vEry neat. Unfortunately, I was unable to put in a comment. I kept getting a server error.
In case you read this, I really liked Brindavan Express. :-)
Hey Rabin,
Gosh! You overwhelm me!
Hallo Sunshine,
How goes it? Thank you. Remembering someone is always touching...
Hey Chitra,
No re, nothing. I think I've had my fill for a while.
Hallo blue,
Really! Tell me more!