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who are you

November 8, 2010 8 comments

Who are you?
Do you even exist?
Or are you just a perception,
a long dreamt image,
written permanently in mind,
like childhood in veterans.

You keep coming back to me,
like a bat in old house,
loyally and promptly,
shying away from light,
and gone in night,
leaving sleepless sleeps.

My legs are shaking,
eyes are burning,
like that of a fisherman,
who is fighting a hurricane,
and lost his boat,
and like a goat,
who is at edge of knife,
and struggling for life.

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what should i do

July 15, 2010 1 comment

There wasn’t any argument,
not even a goodbye,
things just settled down,
of its own, without any fuss.
That was another beauty,
of your disposition.

There wasn’t any exchange,
not even any contacts,
we just collected self,
budge away, from each other.
That was another show,
of your selfless self esteem.

There isn’t any choice,
but you even didn’t ask me to wait.

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And specially…

May 13, 2010 3 comments

You are not here,
Not even in city,
Let alone near me
But why I come across you
In every face I see,
Every hand I shake
And specially
Everyone I hate.

You would have forgot,
The very thing,
You used to love
I used to share
they used to envy
and specially
thing that was nothing.

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Undue me

June 18, 2009 3 comments

She was calling me

Again and again

Making calls

Writing SMS

But reluctant me

Unusual me

Refused to go,

Knew it could be last.

As an undue closeness

To someone else

may violate

My unsaid and

Unexpressed feelings

For her,

Who never recollected

Never missed,

Never cared.

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unexpressed love

June 15, 2009 Leave a comment

I was about to yield,

In the field,

 combating the world

With all odds

Against me.

Then came you,

Like a miracle,

To decipher the debacle,

With your selfless love,

I took all those move.

You sailed me through,

With hand so humble,

Without any grumble.

A mere word,

 not required,

the six letters of thanks,

will diminish the essence,

The tenderness of feeling,

which I have for you,

you have for me,

is free from these expressions,

I care for you,

May be I cant say that,

You cant hear,

But my heart will always,

Beat for you,

Care for you,

Unsaid, unexpressed

And unheard.

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