Poems

Find the Name of the Poem - Jerusha Patel W hen I walked towards you tonight, A part of me froze, did I look alright?  S ilence is not the language you've known N ever have I seen this shy man, T ightly holding on to a white rose  H abits don't change and our fingers intertwine E ach star burned since our first dance on cloud nine  J ust pull me closer, I'm afraid to leave U s, is a new word, added to my vocabulary  S urely we're just friends, T he hardest lie I've ever kept  A man's in my life, he's worth the shoebites and the ammends  M y boy leaves me hanging with U nfinished kisses on my cheek S tay for a while honey, I promise  E ven the stars aren't asleep

Fingers Chasing You - Jerusha Patel I'd rarely enjoy movies,  Look where I'm at now  A cinema hall, next to you  or somewhere in the clouds  Your passion's contagious But movies have never been my muse  We're different like tea and fondue Yet art unites us two  We're never late for a movie,  You have a record to pursue  I would only run a kilometre if my fingers are chasing you  Well, this film's a comedy,  boxing is your favourite story You've fixed your glance,  but look to see when I laugh  Where are the rules that you once set? Your broken kisses seem to forget  I'm cold and my finger's up your sleeve,  You look back to ask if I'm asleep  2 hours aren't enough,  I have an evening planned for us  I'm just finding excuses to stay  My assignments not done today  It's the end of the movie  ours is yet my favourite story  Your hero is on screen,  and mine's next to me

 Mistmatched Rhythm - Jerusha Patel  I wrote a message to you that night,  I meant it with every tear,  No man's ever had his way with me,  Love is my biggest fear  They ask me why him?  Well, I wish I knew the answer  I guess it's just attraction  Or maybe our mismatched rhythm  I don't allow affection,  run when it finds my way But I love when you take care of me,  You're now a part of my prayer  I love when you blow on my tea,  And  how you talk to my sister  I love how you're mending our relation, And when you wait at the train station  I love how you open my bag like it's your own, how you want to get out of your comfort zone I love when you run to me like a little baby,  And when you walk slowly cause I've hurt my heel  I love how you acknowledge your weakness,  And rub my hand when I've hurt it  I love when you bought popcorn for me,  Even though you missed a part of the ...