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Are you real?

You are a tangent, infinitely close
And yet you fade away too soon
You glow awhile in borrowed light
Arriving in phases, like the moon

You come close only to turn away
You seek and then you elude
You speak with a thunderous silence
You pretend,  you delude.

You are a puzzle I need to solve
You are the question that went unasked
You are the game that I can never win
You are a riddle which comes masked.

You exist only in imagination
But the warmth of the glow is real
Only time will tell if you are summer rain
Or an elaborate winter spiel.


  2014 Preeti Shenoy

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Comments

  1. Good one ma'am....... The best thing i love in ur work is the beauty of using the simplest words

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  2. Classic piece ma'am.

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  3. simply SUPERB mam...

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  4. Very we'll written

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  5. lovely poem. I like its ending :)

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  6. lovely poem. I like its ending :)

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  7. Woww... Awsme lines mam.. I jus love the way you render that lil feel in every line of your poem....

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  8. Loved it Preeti Ma'am. You are an amazing writer. You know the art of giving life to words. :)

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  9. Simply amazing...!!

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  10. Touching lines Mam! Really good!

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  11. Awesome lines...I loved reading each and every word..Thank u for the sharing...

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  12. Yes a tangent, infinitely close... loved it

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