CONNECTED...(Dec 2006)

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There is something which makes me feel connected…


Few words, seldom smiles…

Standing close holding several miles…

The depth is unseen, feelings understated…

Still…There is something which makes me feel connected…


Is it my urge of love…?

Or my fear of being alone…?

Is it a testing stage…?

Or a journey wrong begun...?


Doubts rule emotions, confusions get created…

Still…There is something which makes me feel connected…


You and I are so different…

Thoughts are never coherent…

Small issues keep us apart…

And life is too busy to give a fresh start…


Is it going to get better… hopes are abated…

Still…There is something which makes me feel connected…


Eyes meet but view departs…

Lips open and blame-game starts…

Suddenly ‘We’ has turned into ‘I’…

Love, understanding, trust has swept by…


May be it is destiny - this relation is ill-fated…

Still…There is something which makes me feel connected…


My beliefs are distinctive,

You have a different notion…

But sometimes in life’s mirror…

I see the same reflection…


Link may be weak, yet bond is unaffected…

As…There is something which makes me feel connected…

Comments

Samir Kumar Mishra said…
I am not sure where you got these words from? But it appears to me that you've developed a very deep thinking and there is a different aspect of yours, which is kind of unseen from the world. One thing I found in this poem is that each para starts with a positive note (first 2 line) but does not end with the similar positive words.

Liked the poem. Its something which comes Straight from the heart, and this poem of yours makes this belief firmer. Keep them coming :)
January 8, 2007 at 3:18 AM
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