Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Spaces

Spaces still exist
Etched in to the conscious
Have been bought to the fore
Now I can feel the distance

I am marooned in a different mood
Everytime I see your face
Undone everytime you pass me by
Where u going, where u going
Where u going, where u going now…

Torn into pieces
Wither away slowly
Just as the autumn leaves
Coming apart in silence

I am marooned in a different mood
Everytime I see your face
Undone everytime you pass me by
Where u going, where u going
Where u going, where u going now…
Come on tell me…

Now I wonder where you going now
And I like to see your pretty smile
Girl if you are here with me
It just feels like spring every hour..

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Untitled Sonnet

After, you are done with all the talking.
After, I am done with all the listening.
maybe, you can do all the listening
and I can do all the talking
or what ever is left of it,
was not spoken or
listened to
little
and big
words, fragile and
inconsequential.Squealing
our guts out, in harmony we lay
in silence. And nothing is spoken or
listened to: now merely a gesture will do.