Every time you passed by without knocking,
I wept like a kid.
Every time you passed by without noticing,
I cried, I did.
Whenever you did knock,
I know I could never smile.
I acted rude and stoned.
I was mad all this while.
I am mad even now, and still
I wish it every time you pass by
that you could knock on my door;
that you could say a hi.
10 replies on “Knock on my door”
http://crypticsouls.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-m-just-looking.html
*I am mad even now, and still
I wish it every time you pass by
that you could knock on my door;
that you could say a hi.*
and thats what love does to you…
Nice!
I don’t know. When I read this. I thought about this : http://crypticsouls.blogspot.com/2006/05/eyes-that-speak.html
Talk to the hand.
knock knock
Hi
knock knock knock
the knocking goes on
through a thick-skinned door
its a muted muffled moan
@TMS
Nice poems you had there. Liked them.
@Caesar
@Neelabh
Khula hai, andar aa jaa.
@TF
Did you call me a pachyderm? Enagu’s have thick skins, not me. 😛
came here after a while.
lame posts!
shitoons lack the punch they had.
I liked the new year’s concept. the other two are uninspired and downright cliched!
I went “thank god” when i saw only 3-4 new posts. looks like you’re busy in the real world… nice. 🙂
instead of blogging about it, why dont you directly address the person whose knock you’re so longing for?
Next time I pass your door, I’ll surely knock..
Nice poem, btw
@Naresh
Thanks for the honest comments! 🙂
@Kay gee
Do knock, do knock. And thanks for saying the poem was nice. For some reasons, I never think my poems are nice or anything. They are just a way for myself to let some emotions out.
Yeah, I say nice because, there are times when even I can relate with them