Before the day slips off the clock,
My soul leaves me in my space...
Sitting alone, staring at the sun, melting down my window pane.
In smiles so scanty, and yet teasing…
I know it goes away, sometimes for days
I do not dare go with her
Through paths crossed and paths shunned
I come back empty handed.
As always,
Failing to slake her choice of freedom.
Its better, this way then,
Let her come back one day
Through the reasonless blinds of the skies..
We are all alone,
With our pride and hope,
A few lost souls we that we cling on to
And we share the world with sleepless dreams
Though we slip and fall, through each other,
The abyss waits, in silence
3 comments:
when she leaves, all u r left behind with is a void..not even a 'space'. but she comes back when u least expect her to. and if u can manage to write a few lines, rest assured that she hasn't forsaken u completely. i could relate these lines to myself..because am also feeling the void of her absence. soul..elusive and life-giving..
:) its so good to see a new poem written by you :)
sleepless dreams/dreamless sleeps: rolling them off my tongue and suddenly they feel like the abstract shape your face takes on when you stare at the mirror too long.
p.s. i really really liked your last post.
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