awaiting the discomfort
of telling a lie
I turn in my sleep
troubled by thoughts
not mine to keep
not mine to believe..
sleep evades me
..as i open my eyes,
I see his face
in the moonlit night
tomorrow..
Till tomorrow i shall wait... again
not now.. not yet
i shall let him know.. in time..
you are not mine..
not my soul..
not my heart..
not my life...
a lie....
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nice words
You know what this small verse it? It is a story condensed in a moment taken away from a windy moonlit night. It speaks of winds that might not even be there, and even of moonlight from a new-moon. It is as within, as out. It in other words, is beautiful!
@ankur: thankyou for visiting.. :)
@aakash: muchas gracias senor!
Strane that I read this today. I was feeling something similar last night... Replace him by her I mean :p
kal aaya kal gaya....
time to update your blog...
madame...
Write?
@vibhanshu: glad to have u share these thoughts..
@devil: here it is...
@aakash: wrote :-)
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