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::- 17 days without a poem -::

It's 17 days today I haven't written A single poem; Neither of truth, Desperation, Or my destruction. That's when I found My soul missing from me, Like words, maybe, She too is tired of me. And thus, I decided, To try writing one. The result is infront of thee. Now am feeling better.

::- To and Fro in time -::

Everything changes; Not always so slow, Not always too soon. Yes, change they do. I've changed too, From someone so great (well some guys did consider) To someone forgotten too soon. It happens, Maybe it should. I'll accept it, Yes, I should. And never would I stop Where I've reached. Time has deranged me It'll reward me wih it. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

::- When I wrote a Poem for Her -::

I wrote a poem for her. A poem that screamed Of affection for her, And the hidden love. Well, confidently, I asked her To read the poem. She replied some time later That she did; And did not pick up my call The whole night. Now, I just want To delete this incident, And keep moving ahead In old way. By- Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

::- I need to get away from You -::

You know what, I need to get away from You; Not that I wish to. But, yes, it seems, I have to. For never can a man accept himself Laughing at each speed break; Why ? Cause someone liked jumping over them. But, that someone is not his girlfriend. For never can a man in love, Afford to speak about someone else; Incessantly. and begin dreaming of her some nights, That sure means, he's losing grip from life. For, you know what, Some bonds when they get strong, Are strong enough To reap you apart. Not that I will regret Facing anything for You. I believe, as it should, I can save some heartache, By going away from you. By- Vinod Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

::- The toughest punishment -::

I promised her That I won't contact her For three days. Well, it was a thoughtless action. She has switched her cell off in reaction. And am dying to hear The word from her. Well, there has to be a punishment For thoughtlessness. Am serving it. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

::- That's who I am -::

" Can you read a poem for me? ", she asked. I shook my head. " what kind of poet you are " She asked, " who can't even read a poem ? " I can only laugh at it. "Well", I agreed, "That's who I am. A man with Limits" Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "

::- The perfect moment -::

This seems to be the perfect monent, You are asleep Am seating beside you, Watching you breath Rhythemically, enchantedly, I feel am lucky, I could feel your warmth, Could play with your hair Engulfing me. Time moves on so quick, In moments to follow Rays will shower you. It's then you cuddled me More strongly, Gracefully. They say, 'One perfect moment And your life changes completely.' I do agree. Regards: Vinod Jadhav " www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "