Strange Bedfellows !!


For the prompt this week by Sunday scribblings..........


STRANGE BEDFELLOWS

Sorry have to remove this poem as it has appeared in Storizen, an online magazine.

Heres the link to this poem: 

I am on page 54. :-)


©Priyaa Arora

Comments

  1. Rahul Bhatia1 June 2012 at 08:33

    Strange bedfellows for sure, Priyaa! Lovely writing:) A huge thanks for following my blog:) You made my day!

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    1. Priya Arora1 June 2012 at 13:41

      thanks....these words made my day too :) !!

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  2. Judy Roney1 June 2012 at 17:12

    All the things you haven't done there to haunt you. There's a lesson here for sure. Great response to the prompt.

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  3. Aishwarya3 June 2012 at 11:05

    Strange bed fellows. brilliant nomenclature. lol
    Nice piece of writing:)

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  4. A Homemaker's Utopia4 June 2012 at 00:33

    Very beautiful lines Priya..:-)You have a very nice blog..:-)Glad to have met you here..:-)Thanks for the visit and comment..:-)

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  5. sneha21 June 2012 at 22:25

    awesome truely awesome.. u earned a fan!!

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  6. Priya Arora22 June 2012 at 07:24

    Aishwarya: Thank you :-)

    Homemaker utopia: thank u too for the visit :-)

    Dr sneha: U made me smile :-) thank you :-)

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  7. Dreamer15 May 2013 at 21:34

    I love the way your poems end. The structure and your transcription of thoughts are really good. It's like a little tale told in the form of a poem. :)
    Beautiful poem again. Please write more :)

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    1. Priya Arora16 May 2013 at 00:58

      Thanks Usama. your words are so encouraging for me :)
      I will, and share too :-) :-)

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