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The Promise

I promise not to speak
I promise to stay quiet and listen
To every word pronounced
And stay a kitten.

I promise to help you
I promise to stay
I promise to wait
For more than a day.

Take your time
And take mine too
For the love we have
Very few do.

Take me to parties
Take me to your friends’
Smile I shall
From both ears’ ends.

Be the good one,
I will.
Less talk, sweet smile
Looks that can kill.

The brand manager
Of today’s man.
Thy spouse
Thy fan.

Speak as I will
Only on occasions that mandate
Speak as I will
Only on that particular date.

I promise to be by your side
In every endeavor.
That I abide.
But please, do me a favor.

Don’t ask me to speak
For I shall not.
Never after you told me not to
Never after we fought.
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Off the Cliff said…
Hey this poetry is amazing.... i am going to save this on my lappy rite now....T
The last lines did hurt me a lil... But it's ok....

I loved you for your 29th and 30th lines most...

you seriously need to give some more time to poetry...
28 February 2010 at 10:06 pm
Unknown said…
Superb Nive.... You write amazing poetry dear ....

This piece was a real touching one. n I must say... gr8 going !!
8 March 2010 at 1:49 pm
Saipriya said…
hey.. this is a totally different side of you.. its beautiful..
28 March 2010 at 3:31 pm
Poornima said…
Wonderful poem! I am sure it means something to someone! :)
28 March 2010 at 9:48 pm
Bala said…
This one is astoundingly different from rest of your posts ya..

It was an experience for me, especially the lines towards the end of the poem were too good to read, it takes me to a blissful state I must say..

I take back my words that I had given in my previous comment :-) your core competence is definitely writing poems and of course reviews..
14 April 2010 at 10:19 pm
Neon Red said…
Vish: Thank you; will do. :)
8 December 2010 at 4:35 pm
Neon Red said…
Veena: Thanks dear... :)
8 December 2010 at 4:36 pm
Neon Red said…
Priya: 'Vasishtar vaayal Brahmarishi'! :) Thank you!
8 December 2010 at 4:37 pm
Neon Red said…
Poorni: Hmm.. :) Thanks da..
8 December 2010 at 4:37 pm
Neon Red said…
Hari: Thank you! I am obliged! :)
8 December 2010 at 4:38 pm
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