Miss She

Below is something he’d written for me long long back……

Somwhere on this day:

From: <kooll%^**@gmail.com>
Date: Wed, Mar 5, 2008 at 10:24 PM
Subject: Weirdest Poetry…
To: llashree Goswami <ilashree.peacepal@gmail.com> 

I am putting it up here because, I wanted to draw the attention on the fact that how the words which were once like Bible phrases for me, now are just some loose and cold emotions…… Once which brought smiles to my lips, have now dried my eyes eith eons of crying…..

Once which were an epitome of Love for a WIFE, are now the molested pages of her teenage……

How love changes its meaning over time….. But, know what, one thing has still not changed, I have yet NOT ceased to Love….. There is just so much love in my heart, how do I just stop it from splashing out on others …… ?????

(Here goes his words: ) 

Be There, Be Tonight,
Honey We are going to fight.
 
I reach home to find
That love is so blind
 
There Stands My Wife
With a huge Butcher Knife
 
Sarcastic Smile
I will be dead In a While
 
Those lovely Curls
Those pink Cheeks
Those Red Lips
Are yelling… Wait We will break your hips.
 
The eyes which once cried
Reflect me getting Fried.
 
With a belan In her hand.
My wife is One Bandit Band
 
Kisses, Licks and Bites,
She is not even scared of heights.
 
God Save me this time,
Let Me Run and End This Rhyme…
 
Hey Jaanu,
This was the poem I wrote that day. Trying to imagine the things happening gives me chills.
Ha ha ha.
Since you dont come online often things are very dead.
But, I want you to study well please do so.
 
 
With Love for my Wife,
**^*#&!  *&!+*

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