In the day's heat
I sought myself in you.Strangers we were, still are
silhouettes in each other's eyes.
Remnants of a deflected time.
Monotony
Nonexistence
is claustrophobic.
I fear remaining an outline.
Your warmth lingers
Un-captured,
fading into opacity.
1 know 1 will burn
till the fire burns in me.
-Meena Chopra - from my collection "IGNITED LINES"
2 comments:
interesting....I m liking the person you .nice facets ..
thought provoking
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