<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Untitled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not knowing you<br>and the feeling of love…<br>is this for Real? <br>or a mere Illusion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Intoxicating me…<br>weakening me<br>the more I try to <br>gather strength<br>the more I pray to God<br>and ask: <br>“Why Me? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why all over again<br>those pangs <br>of my “forgotten” past<br>beckoning me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Infatuated I was<br>with you…<br>it grew over time<br>I crushed it<br>it outgrew me…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now I’m again <br>dithering…<br>love, lust, sex or infatuation<br>which need would you fulfill<br>of mine<br>wishful thinking…<br>lessons not learnt…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You came and went<br>once before<br>and you are here<br>to go again…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could do without you then<br>and now I could do it again<br>only if I would want to…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the wantonness remains<br>the thirst undying<br>sucking me out, inside out…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My bruised heart <br>has lost its tenderness<br>it’s hardened over time…<br>yet a nip from you <br>wouldn’t take long<br>to make it bleed again…<br>Amen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aparna+Chatterjee">Aparna Chatterjee</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347956" data-title="Untitled de Aparna Chatterjee" data-description="Not knowing you and the feeling of love… is this for Real? or a mere Illusion Intoxicating me… weakening me the more I try to gather strength the more I pray to God and ask: “Why Me? ” Why all over again those pangs of my “forgotte..."></div> </div> </div>

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