Sunday, February 26, 2006

Living my illusions

Like the winds blowing over,
To my side of the table...
The breeze cooler on the other side,
Or just my illusions of a kind...

Could I understand your words ?
When you whisper to me...
I would not know; Don't want to,
I just love my illusions of this kind...

Rough notes scribbled in my mind...
blurred letters written and forgotten,
Sometimes I carry images of the past,
But mostly I live my illusions of the kind...

The frost on the glass; Unclear...
Holding life distant and you dear!
I try to look into the clear liquid sometimes...
Usually I prefer my illusions of the kind...

When I hear your words, I am silent,
When I touch you, I am complete...
Sometimes I let reality take over...
On most days I believe my illusions of my kinds...

-Anubhav

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