Should have pressed your hands a little more firmly
Should have waited for another minute, hour, age
Should have touched that raw nerve a little more delicately
Should have looked away when you tried restraining yourself
Should have wrapped you in a shawl of woolly silence
Should have avoided mirroring your moonlit sadness
Yes we will get to the stiff hilt
Where reality will confront truth
In a dark dense forest at hazy heights
Your welled tear would break its surface tension
And fall through the abyss of our shared silence
With rapt quiet
I would see you pick the broken glass
Long after you forced 'I will be fine' smile
My fingers tiptoe
Over whispers of your name
(c)nidheeshtyagi
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this is a very sexy poem....... it touches the depth of feelings. one has to feel , to feel this.....
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