Saturday, October 16, 2010

Let It be me

Eyelids closed curtains drawn,
thy sleepy living eyes an oxymoron,
in the midst of moons daily stroll,
i wake up just to see you in deep,
perhaps your dreamful moving eyelids
are penning a picture or poem of me,
or maybe the façade is just me.
Let it be me.

2 comments:

Namrata said...

perhaps your dreamful moving eyelids
are penning a picture or poem of me,
or maybe the façade is just me.
Let it be me.
....delighting

sweety said...

Even the shortest of your verses carries power, infinite