August 14, 2012 § 33 Comments

He looks into my eyes
Wants to read me,
but holds back.

He touches my hand
Wants to walk with me,
but keeps distance.

He observes me
Wants to speak out loud,
but stays muted.

He likes the tee shirt
Wants to tell me that,
but appreciates the ManU bag.

He cares a lot
Wants to show it,
but prefers hiding from me.

He means something to me
Knows it entirely,
but wants me to write poetry.



He, is Irfan Khan. 🙂


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