Saturday, September 23, 2006

Not just confounded

Can I light up the world with a thought?
Colored or grey shaded in fragile curves,
Meandering across the landscape of -
The mirage that envelopes my fingers,
When I move them over your reflection,
Stuttering over the dark flight of steps,
That run through imaginative whispers.
Or were they really spoken sometime?
When your subtle expressions belied,
The things that you said in loud tones.
I for once was not just confounded...
I was lost in the murmurs of sanity.


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