The more and more I move

The more and more I move
Closer and closer and she comes
When I push and shove
In my ear, a sweet word or two she hums

What joy does she find in my bitterness?!
Why does she spend her time in vain?
And wait for me with such eagerness?
How do I return love for love again?!

When in contact comes my eyes to her eyes
She shows so much care and yet wishes to depart
And away when I am gone; the thoughts in me rise
And leave my heart-broken into pieces apart

My poem may not rhyme, but by this, my love and emotion I show
Pleasure might it bring and reading this she might know

Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS

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4 comments on “The more and more I move

  1. Bitterness is a feeling, feelings lead us so there is the silver lining, she wants you to come so she can fill the breaks in the circle, and she knows she can’t stop doing her job, but she wants to leave cos she is tired of being hated for what she is not, and the one thing pure love cannot stand, is the pain of being hated. She is a mardy wench when she feels and reads all the hate, but she will come back, once she has gained enough strength, but when she leaves, she never leaves, she can’t. Love cant stop doing the job of love, whatever animal vessel or plant she/he resides in. Human work on love is the hardest, but love knows its because they are sooooo worth it and she longs for the day the world wakes up, where nothing has changed except everything has…Patience is part of the circle that she is knbown for being not great at, why her I dont know? An ability to change as oftenh as you choose once you’ve gone back to your past, will quicken the process leading to perfection as a base line and imperfection as a much necessary and needed trait. Only love is perfect, humans must be imperfect by default, but far wiser and safer. Fearlessness causes love to grow. Fact, keep digging down in to your truths, YOURS and I will be there to give you what you need when you need it, bad things will always happen, hurt will still hurt and people will still soimetimes be crappy and sometimes fab but when they have the safety inbuilt, the world is their/your/all’s oyster!

  2. RAMU DAS says:

    Well, I’ve loved, but never really understood the real concept of love. I often find myself singing this song by the band called ‘Queen’

    This thing called love I just can’t handle it
    this thing called love I must get round to it
    I ain’t ready
    Crazy little thing called love
    This (This Thing) called love
    (Called Love)
    It cries (Like a baby)
    In a cradle all night
    It swings (Woo Woo)
    It jives (Woo Woo)
    It shakes all over like a jelly fish,
    I kinda like it
    Crazy little thing called love

    There goes my baby
    She knows how to Rock n’ roll
    She drives me crazy
    She gives me hot and cold fever
    Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

    I gotta be cool relax, get hip
    Get on my track’s
    Take a back seat, hitch-hike
    And take a long ride on my motor bike
    Until I’m ready
    Crazy little thing called love

    I gotta be cool relax, get hip
    Get on my track’s
    Take a back seat, hitch-hike
    And take a long ride on my motor bike
    Until I’m ready (Ready Freddie)
    Crazy little thing called love

    This thing called love I just can’t handle it
    this thing called love I must get round to it
    I ain’t ready
    Crazy little thing called love
    Crazy little thing called love
    Crazy little thing called love
    Crazy little thing called love
    Crazy little thing called love
    Crazy little thing called love
    Crazy little thing called love
    Crazy little thing called love

    But hey,thanks for stooping by, your comment makes sense. I think I need to bring some changes in my behavior, and at least care for the girl who cares for me so much.

  3. love is perplexing and is filled with agony, nicely expressed in ur poem…i have too written poems about agony of love check it out…:)

    • RAMU DAS says:

      Indeed, love is really perplexing and gives the lovers a high time, but the taste of love becomes more tastier with the melodrama of the lovers..

      Now, it’s time that I should jump to your blog…. and here I do it 🙂

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