That Face I Search For..
As night falls, I remember the day we first met.. Those moments still etched in my mind..
It was more than a meeting. It was our first moment of happiness. The slums of my life and the dirt of your gang, they would have never matched normally. But there, we saw a weird match. Of the unmatchable.
My eyes may have found the drop of tear you always hid. Your eyes, the drops of my sweat. Or was it the other way round? Or did we find each other? I only remember the night falling and the dissolving of 'you' and 'me', into 'Us'.
My hands, didn't have to probe, to find those blisters on yours. And you didn't either cry out at the hardness of my hands..
Words were not enough to communicate.. Silence spoke for us. The silent night became the silent witness for our weird meeting.
Night saw souls meeting, hands probing and minds racing.
We parted. That was the last time we met. I had to get back to my slum and lot. You moved on with your gang.
Still I search in the crowds for a face. That face that taught me to love and care.
One day we will see again. Yes. I hope to. :)
It was more than a meeting. It was our first moment of happiness. The slums of my life and the dirt of your gang, they would have never matched normally. But there, we saw a weird match. Of the unmatchable.
My eyes may have found the drop of tear you always hid. Your eyes, the drops of my sweat. Or was it the other way round? Or did we find each other? I only remember the night falling and the dissolving of 'you' and 'me', into 'Us'.
My hands, didn't have to probe, to find those blisters on yours. And you didn't either cry out at the hardness of my hands..
Words were not enough to communicate.. Silence spoke for us. The silent night became the silent witness for our weird meeting.
Night saw souls meeting, hands probing and minds racing.
We parted. That was the last time we met. I had to get back to my slum and lot. You moved on with your gang.
Still I search in the crowds for a face. That face that taught me to love and care.
One day we will see again. Yes. I hope to. :)
Comments
Means a lot to me.. :)
You know what? Sometimes, after I write out, I wonder how these things could have come from my mind..:)
i am happy that once in a while i do write things worth reading.. :)
Now, so that i dont miss out on any of ur entries , u r being BLOGROLLED.
cheers
My blogs are updated at different levels of mental states.. When I am moody, you get Durga.
When I am happy, you get Crumbs updation.
And normally, its just random thotz.. :)
Cheerz!
Jo