A SPACE FOR THOUGHT;A DYING TOUCH

I sit in a room thinking
Looking out at the unseen horizon
Picking up from where I had left the day before
The cool wind upon my face, is no more
It no longer pleases me,I am no longer thinking
But the wind blows and blows
I see it unable to fathom its intangibility
A murmur , a crowd, they sing along
A thought , a lonely whisper, I am dying to hear
A dream to live, a touch to feel
A touch I wont feel, no more
I am, not me,no more...............

Comments

Alice said…
good that you are continuing.
August 1, 2009 at 1:16 PM
Mamna said…
I'm dying for u to touch me sweetheart!!!!!
August 2, 2009 at 8:37 AM
Alice said…
he he. wat comments mop!!
August 2, 2009 at 1:02 PM
Debtanu Das said…
sometimes you just have to..............
August 3, 2009 at 8:15 AM
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