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I am missing you all day

I am missing you all day
It’s true I love you baby
Can you hold my hands forever
To save me before betrayal…

In the clouds, in the rain
In the buses, in the trains
I am searching for you
I am thinking of you…

I am missing you all day
It’s true I love you baby
Can you hold my hands forever
To save me before betrayal…

I am unable to do everything
Please come back darling
Say! why are you away?
Come back, come back baby…

The season of winter is gone
It’s true I love you baby
Can you hold my hands forever
To save me before betrayal…

Nobody understands me
I love you like crazy
I am diving in deepness of love
Sometimes zephyr weakens me

I am missing you all day
It’s true I love you baby
Can you hold my hands forever
To save me before betrayal…


Words: Vinay Prajapati
Concept: 2001
Penned: 2008

By Vinay Prajapati

Vinay Prajapati 'Nazar' is a Hindi-Urdu poet who belongs to city of tahzeeb Lucknow. By profession he is a fashion technocrat and alumni of India's premier fashion institute 'NIFT'.

14 replies on “I am missing you all day”

poem is nice,but dont luv anyone more than ur self,

khud se bada humsafar khud ka koi nahi hota,
sukh mein sab saath hai,
dukh mein tujh sang koi nahi rota,
ek tera dil hi hai tera apna,
jo tujhse kabhi juda nahi hota.

I’ll resend it. The name is different…

I don’t know which address….it just says “Invite this person”

you can add me with vinayprajapati at ymail . com or vinayprajapati at y7mail . com

I can send you an email….but the 360 obviously doesn’t work…because I sent it again…

I’ll try again today…

I had this beautiful poem a few years ago gifted to me by a friend….I thought I’d share…

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,

With the grace of a woman,
Not the grief of a child

And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
In stead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth,
and you learn and learn…
With every good bye you learn.

– Unknown

@ madhu ji, tell me, do you have yahoo 360 blog services…?

this poem is great, thanks for this share!

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