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I like the way you say my name
Because you say it so very rarely
We talk so much about other people
Rarely about ourselves
And there is so much soliloquy
That the need for “I” and “you” doesn’t exist
I like to hear you say my name
Because it reminds me of this game we’re playing at
That You and Me are two separate beings
With different identities
And not aspects of the same point of view
Or perhaps even broken fragments of someone else’s imagination
I like it when you say my name
It makes me want to giggle
Because it brings that sudden, solemn moment of awareness
Of how important we’re supposed to be pretending to be
Like life is whispering a disapproving “Shush!”
While it winks and gestures to go on…but quietly.
anand jeyahar on 
IdeaSmith on 
1Ailyn
wrote on 10 October 2005 at 22:51
Smithy, that was beautiful!
2Anonymous
wrote on 11 October 2005 at 0:41
Would tend to agree….
Everything is double -edged and nothing is passe..
The ripeness of a fruit is judged by the season but the ripeness of a seed is judged by the moment…
Everything that is surreal has a base which is as close to reality as reality itself….
I would like to hear you spell my name…
Not because i have echos which sound same….
But becos i too like the game
In those squares, beyond carefree hassless of a life so lame…..
u know the signature, dont u????cheers
3Jyotsna
wrote on 11 October 2005 at 16:25
there is an element of happiness and inner child in this poem of yours..I loved reading it
4Arun
wrote on 12 October 2005 at 20:35
Beautiful!
~ A
5Srini
wrote on 12 October 2005 at 21:09
Lovely..really lovely.
Only you can !!
6Jane
wrote on 13 October 2005 at 6:11
wonderful… I talked about names too in one of my poems…
7Winny
wrote on 13 October 2005 at 9:11
Nice… was really cute…
8Handa
wrote on 13 October 2005 at 16:37
u got the phrase “page 3 of blogging” from me or some other source?
9S
wrote on 13 October 2005 at 20:32
Very beautiful!
10The Lone Rangers
wrote on 14 October 2005 at 8:41
Truly from the heart IS.
11IdeaSmith
wrote on 14 October 2005 at 10:07
The link and the phrase both from your blog, Handa!
12couchpotato
wrote on 14 October 2005 at 17:45
Excellent poem. Who’s that ‘you’, btw?
:thinks: Think it’s time to chisel that pokey nose I have!
13IdeaSmith
wrote on 14 October 2005 at 20:49
Couchpotato: Definitely somebody special….a playmate is never ordinary.
14Handa
wrote on 15 October 2005 at 22:43
u upgraded ur compu and got a voice recognition software?
15Brad
wrote on 17 October 2005 at 4:23
The glittering eye that sparks my heart,
The twinkling smile that touches my soul,
And as we make love through words and names,
She flutters her angel wings, ready to go,
I call out to her to make her stop,
Beckoning to the other side, my life, she whispers,”Pssst…Let’s go.”.
16infinity
wrote on 17 October 2005 at 11:49
wonderful!
17blokes
wrote on 18 October 2005 at 11:51
this is simply the most beautiful poem I have read in a long time. ty
18Arunima
wrote on 18 October 2005 at 14:32
I-d-e-a-s-m-i-t-h-y
how did it sound?
19Nut-khat
wrote on 20 October 2005 at 1:37
simply beautiful- to the femalke mind atleast, god knows wat men will amke of it?
20ravi
wrote on 21 October 2005 at 13:27
Simply loved this poem.Beautiful.