I'll be...

I'll be...

A Poem by amarlaksh
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This 1 is dedicated to my first crush.. now she is gone.... :(

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Though i know i cant be your feet...
Still i want to kiss your cheek..
Neither my mind nor body..
can walk with you beside...
yet you will see me right by you side....
Though i know i can never be yours...
still you 'll always be there.... 
in some frozen corner of my mind.. 
oozing your heart... into mine.... ------ Amar Laksh

© 2013 amarlaksh


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i love this! this is delightful reading. i know the heart of the write is sad but you have made it playful with your spelling and wording. love is fickle and fleeting, it is like a misbehaving child, either correct it or send it away.....excellent write

Posted 11 Years Ago


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amarlaksh

11 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Quin! :)



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sweet poem enjoyed it did your crush ever know??

Posted 11 Years Ago


Aspects of institutions

Although individual, formal organizations, commonly identified as "institutions," may be deliberately and intentionally created by people, the development and functioning of institutions in society in general may be regarded as an instance of emergence; that is, institutions arise, develop and function in a pattern of social self-organization, which goes beyond the conscious intentions of the individual humans involved.
As mechanisms of social interaction, institutions are manifest in both formal organizations, such as the U.S. Congress, or the Roman Catholic Church, and, also, in informal social order and organization, reflecting human psychology, culture, habits and customs, and encompassing subjective experience of meaningful enactments. Most important institutions, considered abstractly, have both objective and subjective aspects: examples include money and marriage. The institution of money encompasses many formal organizations, including banks and government treasury departments and stock exchanges, which may be termed, "institutions," as well as subjective experiences, which guide people in their pursuit of personal well-being. Powerful institutions are able to imbue a paper currency with certain value, and to induce millions into cooperative production and trade in pursuit of economic ends abstractly denominated in that currency's units.[citation needed] The subjective experience of money is so pervasive and persuasive that economists talk of the "money illusion" and try to disabuse their students of it, in preparation for learning economic analysis.[citation needed]

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful.... :)
I loved the feeling it brought :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Good work!! (:

Posted 11 Years Ago


Don't we all feel this at some point in time in our lives - great piece - thanks for sharing :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


amarlaksh

11 Years Ago

thanks :)
I like this a lot. But I would have liked it even more with standard spelling, but I am a old grammarian a bit out of touch with today`s world. A fine poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like that it reads like a text. It's more 21st century real that way

Posted 11 Years Ago


amarlaksh

11 Years Ago

Thanks babe :P :)
a change over.....quite good

Posted 11 Years Ago


amarlaksh

11 Years Ago

Yet i am mere a scribbler in-front of the casanova.. :/
Interesting style, Amar. The msg of 1st love lost is thru out.
~pat

Posted 11 Years Ago


amarlaksh

11 Years Ago

thanks a lot pat! :)

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Agra, Atheist, India



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