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The old faded picture in the profie- that isn't me... It is Anastasia- Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova... quite a mouthful, isn't it? Her story - the fabled Grand Duchess of the erstwhile Russia-apparently the only survivor who escaped the violent mass murder of her family in 1918 in the Bolshevic Revolution... Her daring occasionally exceeded the limits of acceptable behavior. And why her? Its her name- Anastasia: "the breaker of chains" or "the prison opener". And another meaning of her name is "RESURRECTION" Means there would never be an END

Monday, June 21, 2010

May be


Oh how love suffers...
Sitting silent, in different worlds,
Going through it all in the mind, never saying a word.
This when spring began and this is when it ends.

Oh how love suffers...
The pause too long for the pain to heal.
The wound stays open for the times to come.
Some words not said hurt more than the spoken.

Oh how love suffers...
Sometimes I wish, you could see me from the dark.
See the tears I've cried without you by my side.
I keep myself strong. I don't fall to the tide.

Oh how love suffers...
Should I stay like this for the nights to come?
The peace is gone. Its too far as you don't smile
You’re polite and it feels like a stab through the chest

May be you don't hear me, but may be you do.
May be you don't care, but may be you do.
I never know the truth from the reality.
I live in my fears and in my wishes.
May be what I wish from you, you can't give,
but then may be you can.
My whole world could be wrapped in two words.

Oh how love suffers...

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