Friday, October 7, 2011

Making Senses

In the silences
of ocean and my shadows
dwell a few fragmented memories
a long walk back home through woods,
soft murmurs of my name on your lips,
dusky evening lights on your satin skin
a hint of a kiss that stays forever.
and I make love to you
like a traveler of a hundred countries, finding home
But as indiscretions of memories are
they have a way of making you a martyr
and you know for all I am around everyone,
inside am just a victim of your kiss.
And your voice amidst a thousand voices
remains alone just like me
letting me walk through
the dreary plateaus of this unknown land.

sometime soon
I shall lie quietly next to you
and perhaps then
everything will start making sense

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