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Hola DABH-Ians,š¤
A little birdie from our forum informed me about much awaited SoorYa's separation scene took place in yesterday's episode. I wrote one poem in OCT'13 and saved it in my inbox. I was waiting for the right time to share it. I think it fits the situation. Eh! I always imagine SoorYa as "intense - passionate" lovebirds like romeo-Juliet.. Kya karu mein aadat se majbur - prefer to do everything at extreme level.š.
Without you my body craves for nourishment,
My lungs clamber to breathe,
The blood begins to slow down and my heart begins to ache.
Every beat is a reminder that I need you.
Thump, thump, thump.
My soul can no longer feel the warmth of your sunshine.
Aweary and listless
I begin to weep bloody tears,
The breeze whispers like the winter chill thru a cold mountain.
Struggling for life, to feel live again,
Wanting to survive the mind reaches for the only therapeutic: "YOU"
But how can I attain your Sunshine?
How can my gasping lungs breathe once again?
How can the blood inside of me be replenished?
How can my body be nourished once again?
How can my soul be raised and my heart begin beating normally?
Without you I'm just a void soul,
A body dying of no nourishment,
A heart aching for some warmness,
The life flowing inside being shagged,
Without your whisper to caress me I'll fade and die of solitariness.
So how do I survive?
I walk outside to feel the actual breeze in my hair.
Feel the air fulfill my lungs with oxygen.
The sunshine beams warm my body.
But who'll nourish my listless heart?
Who'll whisper to my soul?
How can it be done?
That is why I call you.
Because your voice fetches me back to life, and I survive yet another day.
You're my angel! And your voice is my Shangri-la.
A little birdie from our forum informed me about much awaited SoorYa's separation scene took place in yesterday's episode. I wrote one poem in OCT'13 and saved it in my inbox. I was waiting for the right time to share it. I think it fits the situation. Eh! I always imagine SoorYa as "intense - passionate" lovebirds like romeo-Juliet.. Kya karu mein aadat se majbur - prefer to do everything at extreme level.š.
*Survive with YOU - Sooraj/Sandhya*
With each breath I take I perennate because you're the air that I breathe: It flows thru my soul each day.
You're the sunshine that showers me like a warm comforting blanket: It caresses my soul each day.
You're the blood that flows thru my veins and nourishes my very beingness each day.
You're the whisper of the breezes gently kissing my tender soul and into my heart each day.
You voice is the food that sustains me it's like a present from paradise as it solaces my soul in many ways.
You're the sunshine that showers me like a warm comforting blanket: It caresses my soul each day.
You're the blood that flows thru my veins and nourishes my very beingness each day.
You're the whisper of the breezes gently kissing my tender soul and into my heart each day.
You voice is the food that sustains me it's like a present from paradise as it solaces my soul in many ways.
Without you my body craves for nourishment,
My lungs clamber to breathe,
The blood begins to slow down and my heart begins to ache.
Every beat is a reminder that I need you.
Thump, thump, thump.
My soul can no longer feel the warmth of your sunshine.
Aweary and listless
I begin to weep bloody tears,
The breeze whispers like the winter chill thru a cold mountain.
Struggling for life, to feel live again,
Wanting to survive the mind reaches for the only therapeutic: "YOU"
But how can I attain your Sunshine?
How can my gasping lungs breathe once again?
How can the blood inside of me be replenished?
How can my body be nourished once again?
How can my soul be raised and my heart begin beating normally?
Without you I'm just a void soul,
A body dying of no nourishment,
A heart aching for some warmness,
The life flowing inside being shagged,
Without your whisper to caress me I'll fade and die of solitariness.
So how do I survive?
I walk outside to feel the actual breeze in my hair.
Feel the air fulfill my lungs with oxygen.
The sunshine beams warm my body.
But who'll nourish my listless heart?
Who'll whisper to my soul?
How can it be done?
That is why I call you.
Because your voice fetches me back to life, and I survive yet another day.
You're my angel! And your voice is my Shangri-la.
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