HESITANT's LOVE

 


 Her unkempt hair swayed in air & touched his fragile face.
He smelled it deep.It wasn't malodorous.
Her scent fascinated him like a flora tingling bees.
He felt like falling straight at her knees.
Irrevocably his conscience jostled him back . 
Like a pendulum striking the clock, his conscience struck his heart reminding him of his worthy value.
He thought for a moment if he could come out of that.
 An Egoistic voice inside him prompted," Man, You deserve a lot more.Don go behind her"
 A desperate voice mused," Hard , to face her !"
Another voice  ,"Give a try"
Another voic..."....." 
Before another voice could take the chance ,
He shut the doors of those fusillading voices, And listened to his heart that made him fall ...
Deeply sleeping craziness throttled his hesitant heart so much that he vacillated a lot between diplomacy  and proclivity.

 In no moment he was at her feet, with a red rose in hands corroborating his love,,
He didn't utter a word or two.But before a eye wink, the rose was flaunted by 2hands...
It was him and her.. 
Its because  
She found the love in his eyes..
So she thought,
 Before it dies..
Let me make blissful cries :) :)
and make his heart 
my place to reside !!!
Yea, Love is nice ...
& has no demise 
Let me make blissful cries :) :)
and make his heart 
my place to reside !!!

Comments

  1. La CronaJune 1, 2011 at 8:49 AM

    Like a romantic poem and short story at the same time, exellent! Welcome to GYBF!

    Mattias
    Founder

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  2. ZahidHellJune 1, 2011 at 10:22 AM

    Wow u seem to be a poet........

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  3. RishiJune 1, 2011 at 10:28 AM

    lovely to read :)))
    well done

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  4. MohsinJune 1, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    nice one :D

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  5. NivedhithaJune 4, 2011 at 10:09 AM

    @mr.mattias : thanks for the comment.. Glad you liked it :-)

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  6. NivedhithaJune 4, 2011 at 10:14 AM

    @Rishi and mohsin . . Thanks:-) First time i've taken this scenario:-) happy it worked:-)
    @zahid: i like makin poetic posts:-) read the other posts of the blog .you'll like em dude. .

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  7. DebraJune 5, 2011 at 6:33 PM

    A lovely narrative poem with a happy ending. Did they live happily ever after?
    ~ Debra

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  8. BhavnaJune 5, 2011 at 11:15 PM

    lovely poem girl......you should kill more time like this hehehe.....good luck ...write more

    http://autom-atic.blogspot.com

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  9. Suresh JainJune 6, 2011 at 6:15 AM

    As i told yo ... yur writin is simply superb..... I like it .......

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  10. NivedhithaJune 6, 2011 at 9:11 PM

    @bhavna I like your comment:-) sure,, let me kill time in this way:-)

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  11. NivedhithaJune 6, 2011 at 9:14 PM

    @debra
    this is a imaginative write up!!! Where you've to assume the climax... :-)

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  12. UnknownJune 6, 2011 at 10:39 PM

    awesome..

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  13. Praveena ManiarasuJune 8, 2011 at 7:25 AM

    nive.. too good... didn't expect such a language proficiency from u.... keep going girl...

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  14. NivedhithaJune 8, 2011 at 10:16 AM

    @Praveena : Thanks da :)
    keep Supporting
    -Nivi

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  15. AbhisekJune 18, 2011 at 9:42 PM

    Lovely poem Nivedhitha...liked it....nice blog too.
    When The Heart Speaks

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  16. srikandanJuly 17, 2011 at 11:25 PM

    what a excellent cool stuff....I really like it...

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  17. HarishJuly 18, 2011 at 10:47 AM

    Hey feeling gr8 n proud to see all this frm you...awesome work.....congrats n keep going :)

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  18. NivedhithaJuly 18, 2011 at 11:21 PM

    @abishek,srikandan,harish :
    Thanks for your appreciation and the support !
    Keep watching the space to know more !!

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  19. UnknownSeptember 24, 2018 at 9:52 AM

    This is innocent and beautiful :)

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