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Hush

You don't have to tell me.
I just know.
Its that little sniffle that comes through
The unexplained pauses
The slow responses

I know when you call
Just because you needed to cry.

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  1. Launna December 12, 2013 at 7:34 AM

    This is beautiful Rajesh... I have had people in my life that just knew when I needed them and people that I just knew when they needed me... sweet :)

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    1. RajeshDecember 12, 2013 at 8:21 AM

      Thanks Launna. You are an amazing motivator yourself :)

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  2. Sadia KhanDecember 17, 2013 at 7:51 PM

    How lovely... i can so much relate.... thanks for this beautiful writing :)

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  3. deepsDecember 23, 2013 at 8:43 AM

    thats short n sweet n meaningful

    enjoy the festive season ahead

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  4. Loredana DonovanDecember 25, 2013 at 9:28 PM

    How sweet that someone confides in you, Rajesh. This is lovely & compassionate.

    Season's Greetings :)

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  5. Hopelessly FlawedJanuary 14, 2014 at 3:59 PM

    found your blog....beautiful writing from the heart...

    will be reading you.

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  6. Amrit SinhaJanuary 20, 2014 at 1:06 PM

    Wow too good ... loved the feelings :-)

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  7. Jennifer WagnerJanuary 29, 2014 at 3:25 AM

    Yes, how good to have someone to lean on in those times...being able to be there for each other is such a blessing!

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  8. WordsPoeticallyWorthJanuary 29, 2014 at 4:17 AM

    An interesting piece that I enjoyed reading.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  9. Loredana DonovanFebruary 14, 2014 at 9:01 AM

    Hi, Rajesh, thank you for your comment. Sorry you couldn't read my post well. I have a droid phone and I can see it just fine. I did not change the template. Maybe try the desktop version? Hope all is well and we'll see some new poems from you soon. Smiles :)

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