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In Vain
by Mita Sharma
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  I keep recalling
all the negatives about you,
the way you shout,
the way you get annoyed,
the choice of your words for me in anger,
the way you shun me,
the way you doubt me,
the way you compare me,
the way you talk all the crap about me...
and I think, this way I can stay away...

But the moment,
I see those mystifying eyes,
those non-smoking lips,
the shaven beard cheeks,
and the most competitive set of flesh and bones,
assembled with the tenderest of the heart,
I fall weak in my thoughts,
numb in my knees,
curled in my tummy and aroused in my senses..
I feel so very tempted to get the bear hug,
I feel so much keen to get secured in the lock,
I feel so much high to get caressed once again
I feel so much more worth, to have all that pain
I get lost, in the treasure of endless adore and memories,
and the care you gave me,
the small small things you noticed about me,
I relive those beautiful words of praise ever uttered by you,
I remind myself of all the charismatic moments,
which traversed through the time
which was living between you and me,
and only you and me.

I get immortalized when I close my eyes,
and recall the most innocent smile and laughter
I ever came across,
and I smile to myself,
and I feel more beautiful.
And then I retard to the series of the emotions,
and wind up within myself
with no more confrontations in that piece of time.
But again, when my brains
Get back to the work,
They send me alerts
To think all the bad
And avoid being very sad,
And try all over, once again
To stay away, but in vain...
December 16 ,2010
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Poem Comment thanks rupradha for liking it
mita
12/17/2010
Poem Comment awesome....loved it!!
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12/17/2010
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