Drifting, devoid of shade
But don’t we all?
A thousand teacups ring your name.
Remember when you
Made a corner your home…?
It was there, in that corner
Where your roots took shape.
Forced itself through every wall.
Ran free, like
Rings through your ears
Found me waiting
And took me in.
And all I’ll ask of you
Is to
Be near.
When the night breaks me in two.
And the day finds me again.
2 comments:
well never been to your blog before..n that really makes me feel bad....its one of the finest blog i have ever come across..wish i could stay n read more....stupid exams wont allow me.....
but beautiful...i couldnt stop myself from leaving behind my words..
all the poems, n mostly the photos are wondrous....
Nice read man..
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