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Confessions of the heart broken...

Is it time yet?

No. Wait.

Wait, for I have 

Still to hold your hand.

 

To feel the warmth,

To connect to

My soul again.

My soul seethes

With desire.

 

A desire, so

Strong.  To

Hold you close.

To smell the

Fragrance of your

Hair.


 To touch the skin

Of your face.

Your face, I cant

Get enough of it.

Those eyes burn my

Already parched desire.


 

A desire, so

Strong. To kiss you.

To quench my parched

Soul.

 

Wait. There is time yet!

Isn’t there? To sit

Close to you. To sit and stare

To hear you. To hold your

Hand in mine. Words bundle up

Inside of me. I can’t say.



Can you hear my heart beat?

My heart beats just for you.

Don’t go? There is time yet?

No? please?

 

Go then. Go only to

Come back to me. 

And there will be time, yet again.


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  1. Sujoy Bhattacharjee15 March 2009 at 10:41

    Hmmm, good effort.
    Nice short sentences....conveys quite a lots.


    PS: The makeover looks good

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  2. Ire15 March 2009 at 11:50

    @ Sujoy Bhattacharjee

    Thanks...

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  3. humanobserver15 March 2009 at 19:42

    hmmm. A little provocative ...

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  4. Ire15 March 2009 at 22:43

    @ Human Observer

    How?

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  5. Rashmi15 March 2009 at 23:03

    hmmmmmmmm, good a very good effort indeed......
    cheers to love!!!

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  6. Ire15 March 2009 at 23:09

    @ Rashmi Yadav

    Thanks deary!

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  7. Supaar16 March 2009 at 09:37

    :'(

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  8. Ire16 March 2009 at 10:47

    @ Iggy

    muahs...

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  9. Unknown16 March 2009 at 12:04

    There will be time...
    Why can that time come fast..
    for all the good things????????

    Loved it!

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  10. Ire16 March 2009 at 12:38

    @ Himanshu

    :)

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  11. AshenGlow16 March 2009 at 13:57

    Hmmm.. Very nice. Thats quite intense...

    And a very honest piece of mind... :)

    Liked it here, as always..
    Ashen

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  12. Ire16 March 2009 at 14:35

    @ AshenGlow

    Hello there! Thanks for dropping by again!

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  13. Julia Phillips Smith16 March 2009 at 18:35

    This is my favorite:

    'Go then. Go only to
    Come back to me.'

    Then parting really is a sweet sorrow.

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  14. Ire16 March 2009 at 18:51

    @ Julia Smith

    //Bows?/ Thank you!

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  15. sumit16 March 2009 at 19:33

    beautiful. very deep and intense.
    i have no words to describe it.

    :)

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  16. Ire17 March 2009 at 10:57

    @ Sumit

    Thank you!

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  17. Dr.Paranoid17 March 2009 at 23:51

    Intense and heartfelt piece of expression!
    Good job \m/...

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  18. Ire17 March 2009 at 23:59

    @ Dr. Paranoid

    Thank you very much!

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  19. Raghav19 March 2009 at 18:28

    very nice...loved the look of your blog

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  20. Ire19 March 2009 at 18:33

    @ Raghav

    Thank you!

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  21. gypsy19 March 2009 at 21:40

    nice look ya...

    btw deep lines...and very intense at places as well...

    tc

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  22. der Bergwind20 March 2009 at 13:59

    my first visit -

    read quite some, from the lohagarh travelogue, to the facts abt u aint getting time enuf to write, hating school.. et al; read abt the slept debt and that ur a good liar (lol!) was nice n easy reading thru the scribbles... ironic to the constructs they were representing..

    who can say what is a good write? we write what we feel and maybe try to draw the perimeter of emotions.. i dunno.. confessions was a nice.. but why does it end on a note where 'you have to come back' to me.. go only to come back to me...? does it ever happen, maybe in poetic justice.. wish there were such powers though!

    was nice reading the posts... in the maximum city, questions are never answered (is what i learnt)

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  23. Ire20 March 2009 at 22:57

    @ d Gypsy

    Thank you! I like the new Ire too!

    @ der Bergwind

    I am glad that you liked what you read here!

    And some questions are better off not answered!

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  24. der Bergwind20 March 2009 at 23:53

    @ Nikki 'Ire'...
    fully agree.. sometimes there are right answers, sometimes wrong... sometimes there are no answers at all; so its important to ask the right questions.. and leave it at that :)

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  25. bugs.honey and some21 April 2009 at 13:43

    i love this poem..going thru the exact phase right now..was super confused..i think this poem is a sign of what i should do..thanksa

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  26. Ire21 April 2009 at 13:50

    @ bugs.honey and some

    Hey! Thanks...but I cant see your blog! Why?

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  27. Unknown21 April 2009 at 14:46

    was in this weird phase so depression and deleted my blog..

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