Checking my appearance
Tying imagined Double knots
Around my skippity heart.
Breath steady, now ready,
With a clop of the heels
I walk past you
Thinking “no thoughts”
As we work Side by side
Like Ants in a Bivouc,
Each day, knowing theres
Nothing you could do
Even if you knew of
The skipped heartbeats.
We lunch together
As collegues do
Sitting at the table
With those others
Smiling, as we pass the salt
Completely unaware are you
Of the control I exercise
To not reach for your hand
Of the calories spent
Trying not to think of you
The nights spent
In imagined if only’s
Wishing, I didnt wish for you.
I stack the files on your table,
Indicating what needs doing.
Pulling a veil over my eyes,
Hoping to hear my name,
Just so, I have a few more moments,
In your presence.
The moment passes,
With the clop of my heels.
Straightening my back,
With seeming dignity,
I walk through the door,
Doing the only thing I can do,
Love you from afar.
19 comments:
that was beautiful, great imagery.
Oh my, sad poem of unrequited love.Very good.
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Great post. Though sad one it is a Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. Mine is at - Thank you for sharing. Mine is at - http://jayaramanms.multiply.com/journal/item/241/POETRY_WEDNESDAY_-_TAGORE._
I enjoyed your poem very much Rashmi. I could see the shy girl looking sideways as her colleague did his work oblivious to her feelings of am-ore for him.
Poetry Wednesday: Uni-Verse Continued Part 2.
Wow very touching, great job Rashmi !
You are such a wonderful romantic......You say things I have felt at one time or another... things I couldn't express, even to myself ... You help me realize I am a woman , like other women... with feelings more normal than wrong. I love the way you write.
Did you get inspiration from The Wizard of Oz?
"With the clop of my heels" reminded me of Dorthy. I can hear this person chanting. "There's no place like home, There's no place like home, There's no place like home." Home is in HIS heart and that's where she longs to be.
VERY nicely done!
You can just feel the longing in her! Wonderful work.
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oh...a bit painful...not easy...great poem!
Thank you. LOL, now that you mention it, it does seem like the inspiration came from Dorothy's shoes...
The inspiration for this poem was this very beautiful lady, who wore the typically professional suit with heels to match. She was one of the two women in a group of 6 having lunch at a restaurant, where I made up this story from the way she was stealing glances at the man sitting at the far end from her. She sure longed for Home :).
Thank You, Rose, Vickie, Jayaramanji, diana and Josie :). Glad you enjoyed the read.
Thank you Jackie...Through writing I am coming to terms with the "illogical" woman in me, that feelings are just feelings, nothing wrong or right about it.
If you were with me at that restaurant, you would have seen how right you were...she was shy, and he was oblivious.
Beautiful poem, Rashmi! I love it, as I love everything you write!
Beautifuly expressed. I could close my eyes and see them sitting together. Thank you
Rashmi! Love it! excellent story, description. Sad, sad unrequited love. Office love; very tough indeed.
I enjoyed your comment:
The inspiration for this poem was this very beautiful lady, who wore the typically professional suit with heels to match. She was one of the two women in a group of 6 having lunch at a restaurant, where I made up this story from the way she was stealing glances at the man sitting at the far end from her. She sure longed for Home :).
Very real!!
I've been in that girl's shoes...great poem! Thanks for sharing :-)
Going great guns here, Rashmi.
People from work are off limits for sure. Great poem that shows how controlling impulses can be challenging. Thankfully there is no one at where I work that is a temptation.
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