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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.
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He, is Irfan Khan. 🙂
Rants. 
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And when Boomie smiles at me, i wonder what’s on her mind!
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Lovely poem.
Thank you Harry!
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Awwww…..this is such a sweet poem archana….kind of like first love. It’s simple yet beautiful.
Haha! Thank you Doc.
But no love-love involved here. Its all platonic! 😀
When something platonic is so beautifully written….I will be waiting for the one that involves flaming passion. 😉
Hopefully soon, Doc!
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Cheers! 🙂
I’m glad that he wants you to write poetry- but what choice do you have? You simply are a poet. And, as it turns out, an exceptionally talented one too.
Tom
Thanks Tom!
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my name is not khan but I like it !
How much you took to write this one – 7 mins ? 🙂
short and sweet !
Thank you Prashant!
Not seven minutes. 15ish i guess. 🙂
sweet 🙂
Thanks Vimal! 🙂
nothing to say 😛
Are you sure?
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coz, already said 😀
Yeah, offline.
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Awww!cute.
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It is great you have such a lovely relationship with…’him’. I know all writers will know what you are talking about.
Oh no Mark. It IS entirely platonic!
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I love the poem…its words dance off the page with life!
Thank you Wendell. Glad you liked it!
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platonic but potent. 🙂
😀 Thank you Jas.
Sirf tum hi mujhe samajhti ho! 😛
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Amazing touch of words !
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Thank you!
Er, the film star, or the cricketer?
The friend, Uncle!
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