Monday, June 8, 2009

I don't know !!

Do you know yourself,
As well as I know you?
Or do you keep contemplating,
Searching for a clue?

Confusion is your source of desperation,
An enigma of some sort.
Eccentricity is an obsession,
Naivete, your sole possession.

You come across as a wonder,
A sparkle in the still waters.
Your smile lights up the sky,
The silence takes me into a trance.

Why are you always on my mind,
Like a voice inside my head.
You speak to me in a quiet hush,
Reminding me of my fantasy.

I wish you were for real,
That you had a mortal soul.
A bloom which I could hold,
Like a petal you'd unfold.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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