Voodoo
I will confess to the tree
About the times I had spent underneath
with you.
Rain tastes the same, feels the same
Brings back you and memories
Wherever.
I see sunrays draw many a tangents
Through the window over the shelf
Where you and I reside, mute, in albums.
You died once.
I die many a deaths each day.
For remembering you at moments when I wish not
And for I wish if I could remember at some others.
The flames overwhelm from both sides.
I jump.
I love winters for nature is at loss then.
Just like me.
And for memories that burn me from within,
I become a victim
Where life plays voodoo and I lose us,
All too often.
SoUmY@
About the times I had spent underneath
with you.
Rain tastes the same, feels the same
Brings back you and memories
Wherever.
I see sunrays draw many a tangents
Through the window over the shelf
Where you and I reside, mute, in albums.
You died once.
I die many a deaths each day.
For remembering you at moments when I wish not
And for I wish if I could remember at some others.
The flames overwhelm from both sides.
I jump.
I love winters for nature is at loss then.
Just like me.
And for memories that burn me from within,
I become a victim
Where life plays voodoo and I lose us,
All too often.
SoUmY@
Comments
I die many a deaths each day.
touched !!
And a beautiful blog you have :)
there was a frost, a bryon and there is you.
I become a victim
Where life plays voodoo and I lose us,
All too often..."
And all so truly spoken too. :'(
Well written..
Thank you! am too.
Rini,
I am still waiting.
Shal di,
:)
Saumendra,
Thank you sire!
Anisha,
A comment that I can put in photo frame and actually show to my friends :)
Priyad,
Thank you. I knew you will understand. :)