Take Me In



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 Heads turn around when I walk.
I bend down,
Giving them a good show.

I tie my hair up,
My neck revealing my availability, 
Open shirt buttons
Screams- 
‘Come get me’.

Legs hitched up over the table,
Smoke coming out within my red lips.
All eyes on me,
Well, who wouldn’t want me!

People surround me.
Boys want to get in with me.
Money I have,
The assets- plenty!

The day passes,
I smile all through it.
But as the dark approaches,
Lonely I start to feel.

A home I haven’t got,
Love never came to me..
Looking at my reflection,
I don’t recognize whom I see.

Tired I feel,
Lost I totally am.
If I cry,
Who’ll hold me?

The world spins,
As I inject some more life into me.

Slowly I drift away..

To a world,
Where I believe I’m meant to be.

Comments

  1. Selvaggia CapizziJuly 23, 2012 at 8:12 AM

    I love this poetry!

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  2. Brian MillerJuly 23, 2012 at 8:12 AM

    so sad....one many levels...the need to dress up and show ones sexuality to get attention and still go home alone it makes one feel so empty not to have one to love you just for who you are...

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  3. Ifrah YousufJuly 23, 2012 at 8:19 AM

    Lovely!!

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  4. Rahul BhatiaJuly 23, 2012 at 8:46 AM

    Juhi, despite having it all she is lonely! Wow what a depiction of sad reality of many!

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  5. Destination InfinityJuly 23, 2012 at 8:48 AM

    To a world where you believe you are meant to be - Blind faith? :)

    Destination Infinity

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  6. ArundhatiJuly 23, 2012 at 8:48 AM

    Amazing! Lovely poetry! :)

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  7. ashokJuly 23, 2012 at 9:35 AM

    very well written...so much beneath the lines

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  8. ANULATA RAJ NAIRJuly 23, 2012 at 10:03 AM

    excellent poem juhi..
    i'm really touched.....
    i too have written a poem with the same thought..keeping bar dancers in my mind.

    good work dear.

    anu

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  9. Sri ValliJuly 23, 2012 at 10:21 AM

    Lovely poem Juhi..Harsh reality of many women...I've been following your blog from long time....Your blog was first poetry blog I discovered when I started blogging....Your writings are so matured....I need to learn a lot from you....I'm sure you will become a very great poetess and writer in the future!

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  10. Confused SoulJuly 23, 2012 at 11:02 AM

    shoot...you struck a chord and this was mind blowing..love the words and the pain.. Beauty!

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  11. MarkJuly 23, 2012 at 11:34 AM

    I said it on Twitter recently but there is beauty in ugliness, and ugliness in beauty, if you take the time to see it.

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  12. SamJuly 23, 2012 at 3:00 PM

    Aw wow, this is so beautifully written, a tale that is bittersweet, its so strange how we wear a mask in public and yet when we're alone we are someone completely different.

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  13. ScarletJuly 23, 2012 at 5:56 PM

    This is very sad and full of despair ~ Specially the dressing up to get attention then going home to an empty home ~

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  14. Palak DuaJuly 23, 2012 at 8:04 PM

    something too hard to appreciate in words!! a dark world you have taken into with this poem of yours, it's hurtful,life of sm1 whu is surrounded by ol da glamour,money.ppl..bt yet so alone!! awesome work!!

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  15. Dreaming Wanderer. www.tonightidream-iwander.blogspot.comJuly 23, 2012 at 8:43 PM

    we may see their glamour n their beauty,
    but how empty their world is from within..

    very well written juhi :)

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  16. Anupam PatraJuly 23, 2012 at 9:42 PM

    Darkness of glamour and glitz, portrayed as lucidly as it could be. Love the poem

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  17. NehaJuly 24, 2012 at 5:15 AM

    Very well written. The last line speaks on many levels and gives a beautiful closure to the poem.

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  18. JeevanJuly 24, 2012 at 7:38 AM

    Well expressed the desperate inside, despite fun and flirting... Nice write up!

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  19. JackJuly 24, 2012 at 9:10 AM

    Philo,

    Thoughts of one who is not give love which she deserves and has to get it in other ways told so well.

    Take care

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  20. Saru SinghalJuly 24, 2012 at 11:06 AM

    Profound work! The shallowness which we hold in this murkier world is presented so brilliantly.

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  21. deepsJuly 25, 2012 at 5:07 AM

    life is like that...
    either sides are parts of life

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  22. anatreekJuly 25, 2012 at 11:37 AM

    Reminded me of Deepika's character in cocktail..nice one!

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  23. AnonymousJuly 28, 2012 at 6:32 AM

    Wow!! I have been busy and now catching up on blogs. Girl, you sound like a woman now \m/ *compliment ofcourse*

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  24. Swetha SJuly 28, 2012 at 11:36 PM

    Beautiful yet sad..plight of so many women i must say...nice piece of verse :)

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  25. AnonymousJuly 30, 2012 at 10:20 PM

    As usual this is amazing - never expected anything less from you :P

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  26. jelai♥August 1, 2012 at 12:36 AM

    You never fail to impress me with your most amazing poems.. I kinda relate my self into this..Living wild and free.. heheh

    by the way, I tagged you on my latest post.. kindly check that out ;-)
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  27. KappuAugust 2, 2012 at 2:58 AM

    Lovely one philo! I can actually see it!

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  28. Seeker of EquanimityAugust 4, 2012 at 3:51 AM

    whoa... this one takes the cake... loved it :-)
    simple and superb

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  29. LisaAugust 4, 2012 at 12:16 PM

    i always like to read it! (:

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  30. AnonymousAugust 8, 2012 at 11:42 AM

    really well written, great poem :)
    thanks for your comment!
    Juliet

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  31. MenacheryAugust 9, 2012 at 8:48 PM

    One could visualize every word. Philo, this one was fab

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