Your Silence


It hurts when you don’t speak to me
It tears me when you avoid meeting me
My thought revolves around our times together
So what if we don’t meet regular

At times my mind rules my thought
And suggests me not to talk
But when I see your name in my mobile
I dial your number listening to my heart

Am tired trying all tricks to calm you
My hope gives up after attempts a few
But the only thought that fears me
Is I should be there when you need me

My belief persuades me going
Your love keeps me luring
With each passing day I realize
You are worth the wait just as each sunrise

Comments

  1. sonu rainaAugust 5, 2011 at 3:16 AM

    great thoughts are pouring ...i think u have gone mad with passion of poetry when u r in love ...geart dear let ur all thoughts come out in write up ....keep going

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  2. Bharathi BhaskarAugust 5, 2011 at 10:44 AM

    Can understand your anger yet love it. Thanks didi :)

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  3. Gaurav DhamijaAugust 6, 2011 at 8:10 PM

    In silence and movement you can show the reflection of people - Marcel Marceau

    .. sometime though it's hard to see the obvious.

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  4. Bharathi BhaskarAugust 7, 2011 at 1:07 AM

    I agree partly Gaurav :)

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  5. UnknownNovember 20, 2012 at 12:32 PM

    Nice one! Very well written but felt sad when reading all the blogs since all of them are Facts! :(

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