The passive green beside your name…
A hidden desire and a chosen barrier…
I wish I had seen you naked…
Your thoughts rather than your body
Time decides to play havoc
Dancing an unknown dance…
While the river swells…
Threatening to wash away all insults
Tremulous…tentative…
I look beyond…telling my story
Through endless words…
But, ending up saying nothing at all…
I wish I could have told them…
About the stolen kisses…and broken dreams
And, the vain search for your arms
And, the warmth of your face against mine
Yet, I am away…I am far…
I am dead while alive
And, you still serenade to broken stairways…
While I listen to life in the silence of the rains
May you soar…
May there always be wind beneath your wings…
While I pursue my purpose
Prove to the wind… “I” means something
4 comments:
And, you still serenade to broken stairways…
While I listen to life in the silence of the rains
.....these are beautiful lines.....i love this piece....dont want to talk much abt the emotion here. its just beautiful the way it is....
"I wish I had seen you naked…
Your thoughts rather than your body"
Im hopelessly in love with your work, which increases manifold with the intensity of your words...it has a moving soul...keep writing
YES! You are something! I liked this!
A very honest piece.
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