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I feel you

You still sit close to me
Its only an additional inch away
And nobody sees this except me.

You still look at me
Like you always did
With some longing and loads of love
Only, now your eyes hold mine for a micro second less.

And when you talk to me now
I am reminded of the time
When you did not have to measure your words
Ration your laughter...
You served pure sunshine.

Wedges in our hearts
Are so difficult to live with.
For they exist in places
Where no stranger has ever tread.

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  1. Launna November 17, 2013 at 12:19 AM

    Rajesh, these words capture exactly how I feel... those wedges in my heart that I won't let strangers see... profound... :)

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  2. RajeshNovember 17, 2013 at 8:43 AM

    Appreciate you visit L. Glad that you could identify with the lines. The chill in close relationships are first visible to us through little changes.

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  3. Jennifer WagnerNovember 20, 2013 at 11:07 PM

    It is so hard in relationships when you feel those wedges. This is a piece I think many can relate to. Well told Rajesh, nicely done.

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  4. Loredana DonovanDecember 10, 2013 at 8:08 AM

    It's sad when a relationship starts to become distant. Little by little you feel like you're losing that person. It leaves an empty void. Beautifully expressed, Rajesh.

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    1. RajeshDecember 10, 2013 at 9:53 AM

      Thanks LD. You can bring out pathos lot better:)

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    2. Loredana DonovanDecember 10, 2013 at 7:06 PM

      You're so kind, Rajesh, thank you. Poets have a deeper understanding of pain ... it's one of the reasons we write. Smiles :)

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