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For you...

For there is so much to tell,
I wonder how will it all gel.
I stare, keep staring at the wall,
Will it bear, keep bearing with all?

For there is so much to think,
I wonder, if it will push me over the brink,
Deep in sands of time,
What if I sink?

For there is so much to dream,
My life lies agleam.
Scrounging through the streets,
Restless, the heart beats.

For there is so much to do,
All forming a long queue,
I wonder, if we’ll see,
That we were meant to be!


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  1. Mihir20 August 2010 at 01:07

    Awesome!!! really loved it .. just thought can i steal it ??

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  2. Nikita Banerjee20 August 2010 at 01:09

    @Mihir

    You will...for what though?

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  3. 4lene20 August 2010 at 01:13

    Scary but Lovely feeling na. !? .. Dreaming.. :)
    Nicely jotted Niki .. :)

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  4. Raj20 August 2010 at 01:16

    For there is so much to tell,
    I wonder how it all will gel.

    :P thats just saying how much you love to talk right?

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  5. Nikita Banerjee20 August 2010 at 01:17

    @ 4lene

    Yup! Thanks a lot!

    @ Raj

    you always come up with a different perspective right? I like! :D And yeah, I always have a lot to say...

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  6. Raj20 August 2010 at 01:20

    For there is so much to do,
    All forming a long queue...

    bade log :P

    oh yes you really have to have a lot to say. i know. i know. after all that comes with being a woman doesn't it? :P

    and just in case i didn't say it already that poem wasn't really all that bad.

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  7. Nikita Banerjee20 August 2010 at 01:22

    @ Raj

    Saheb, bade toh aap hai! :p And Merci...I am glad think much of my poem!

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  8. Raj20 August 2010 at 01:27

    :)
    see i was wondering. you like to talk. i do too. serious. and you are online. and i am too.

    whats next? :P

    and the poem is good! okay fine its great! like really really great!

    so if that's buttering enough, thodi gappe shappe ho jayen? :P

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  9. Nikita Banerjee20 August 2010 at 01:29

    @ Raj

    Now you come to the point ha! Okay add me on gmail! banerjee.nikita@gmail.com

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  10. Raj20 August 2010 at 01:47

    what point? oh yes the one about your poem being good yes yes. it is fabulous.

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  11. Himanshu20 August 2010 at 10:22

    loved it! :)
    And yes, we were always meant to be! :)

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  12. Nikita Banerjee20 August 2010 at 11:30

    @ Raj

    Thank you Raj Saheb! :P

    @ Himanshu

    Sigh...yes! :D Love you

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  13. Erratic Thoughts20 August 2010 at 12:18

    Nice..I liked the repetitions, it just adds to the apprehensive-voice of the poem...
    Great rhymes too :)

    Thanks for dropping by my place.

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  14. Nikita Banerjee20 August 2010 at 12:41

    @ Erratic thoughts

    Thank you!

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  15. Raj20 August 2010 at 15:36

    see tags like saheb dont go with my image. try whiskey.

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  16. sujata22 August 2010 at 11:03

    loved it poetess!! too good!

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  17. Nikita Banerjee23 August 2010 at 22:00

    @ Raj

    Hehe okay Whiskey!

    @ Sujata

    Thanks! :D

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  18. D223 August 2010 at 22:01

    Nice poem. The emotions are really strong and heartfelt. :)

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  19. Nikita Banerjee23 August 2010 at 22:05

    @ D2

    Thank you!

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  20. Anonymous24 August 2010 at 22:59

    Loved it! The most difficult of things can be expressed with the simplest of words! Love the cute rhymes too :)
    Kudos!

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  21. Nikita Banerjee24 August 2010 at 23:09

    @ Kevin

    Thank you! Keep visiting!

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