Sometimes, I need to get a thought out of my head; to set a feeling free; to let words create a trail that i can trace back. Sometimes, I need to write a poem.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Touch
In your touch I live a hundred lives.
When you, your soft words Reverberate through my being I’m flailed into a turbulent sea I’m calmed by the you in me.
4 comments:
a hundred worlds...:)
Woah ...awesome ...surreal!!
i know i havnt been commenting here lately but dont think i've stopped reading your stuff. just that i think i analyse it too much to comment now. :)
kunal: :)
blueink: thanks!
khotta: how abt writing your analysis as comments then?
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