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On a more mundane note..

...And you sit motionless
Your grip tightens on my hand
Your face expressionless,
Still voices grief,
anger
&
helplessness.

Me?
I look down
With my inabilities
to hold on to you.

And wait for a moment
When you would
B
...U
.R
....S
.T

out..

The moment never comes.
(Silence.....) prevails
And I walk away,
Awaiting endless moments
And answering uncountable silent questions.
Which you could have asked out L.O.U.D.
Which you could have reacted on
Retaliated on.

You kept (....numb)

I wondered.
If only you could have been
A bit more humane
And a bit more
Immature.

I would have loved the pain
Than being denied from it.


SoUmY@




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Megha said…
Awesome... Soumya.. thr cudnt hv been a better ay of saying all that U said.. ur wrds give Life to ur Thoughts..

Thank You.. For sharing sharing it with all.. :)
m Oblidged.. as I rarely find such soulful reading...
March 12, 2008 12:37 AM
Sashu... said…
I wondered.
If only you could have been
A bit more humane
And a bit more
Immature.

I would have loved the pain
Than being denied from it.

wow wow n even more wow... i jz absolutely loved it! too goood a write! wow...wow... n wow...!!!!

*battling eyelids in awe*
March 12, 2008 8:41 AM
Rukhiya said…
This is an absolute favorite!The sensibility,the sensitivity,the romance,evrything in its right place,the poems a marvel!
March 14, 2008 5:46 AM
Rukhiya said…
As I said earlier- My favoritest write this is :)
June 03, 2008 8:59 AM
Rukhiya said…
:) Found what I wanted to read today! :)
October 12, 2011 10:59 AM
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