Paranoia!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Like the stones on rocky slopes
Tumble down, when one kicks them hard
A stream of thoughts veers my way
My frame of life tilts to recent past
To those days of this dazzling you
Where every word was a bead of pearl
Where every dream had you in lead
And I get to hear my humming heart
I was struck with solid gold
Enamored boon, called as ‘being friends’
I grew my greed to know her more
To open doors of her obscure woes
Invading her mind to make her well
I didn’t know of the space I groped
Dismissing me in a slurry of words
She termed as ‘paranoia’, my extreme care
I shadow her mind or do I taint
Her feelings that form, a need to be free
Some eerie days that rocks me wild
Sleep on move in a varied path
Is this blessing, or is this a curse?
Or a puzzle in hands of fate
As I stumble at times in dark
With my mind that waits for her
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'SHE' is like sand..
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