Moments
Moments of confusion, in and around,Stacked up higher and higher, above the other,
All came rolling down, in one little tear drop,
As her voice broke with a pinch of sorrow.
Still trying to find her own stand,
Abstract to all those things combined,
Her intentions, her emotions, her memories ,
Wishing against those morning, waking all alone.
Perceptions of my human mind,
Those from her words spoken in such trust,
Some strange feelings, some others even stranger,
Left me holding her on closer than ever.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
10:29 AM
