17 March 2012

Come Close




Today, I dream less…a bit less than i used to..
I try to find god…
I try to find meanings in my words,
which are long gone.
myself and parts of my soul…
that once twinkled in the sky.
Lie…meaningless.
So, dont let it go,
let it flow ..like trails of raindrops on my pane.
it pains…


Dont let my words flutter…
away like a homeless butterfly.
it may die…and fall down
with stiff wings.

Dont let me vanish…
just grab.
my words…
and pull it close.

Come Closer.

2 whispers that i heard....:

KP said...

Very nice indeed.. especially the contemplation in the first few lines..!

Trisha.. said...

I relate. :(