Thursday, January 15, 2009

own me

Would you not disown, when I change punk
When I will come running
In the purple orange hair, to reflect the gay within
And when you see me clad in spares or just nothings

Soaked in dripping clouds if I stand for hours
Will you collect those drops?
Dripping from the string of my stole
Edging fast edging slow....

Would you follow the path it leaves?
And run on it ... as it runs on my wet face.
Trying to mimic the tantalizing effect...
Thinking why it travels with such unnerving slow pace

Would you be surprised?
If it goes at reckless fast at other moment
And make you feel every pour it crosses
With your eyes... and your hands

Would you still hold my hand?
When I decide to fly so suddenly
With the wildest of the butterfly
And then you see we aren’t two specie; But one in spirit

Would you be my light
In those night, when i wish its moonlit
But moonless it decides
And i need you close for that night and forever

Would stand by that window
Waiting.... till i come
Which remains it the memory
We both wish to relive

I can go on
And you know what is known
But would you try to know
The unknown deep inside my heart


Sonia Gaud said...

agar pehla stanza sach ho jaaye to San Francisco chale aana...hehe

anyways, nice post! itni saari shartein rakh di jiju ke liye? ama bachhe ki jaan loge kya?

loving soul said...

:) ha ha ha and guess what he thought... he didnt even think that its written for him... the guy thought its for the character of a novel... and not him...