Saturday, 28 July 2012

I am not there yet.

Scattered racing thoughts Like scattered papers on my desk Roam between the fragments Of my scrambled brains Reality set off on a sprint I just saw her standing around the corner A couple of days ago What incited this spur? Why the rush? Reality is endless Immortal Why did she feel the urge to knock on my door right now? Why is she pulling my feet back down? Reality, give me a break I will come back to you unhurriedly When my dream fades away …

1 comment:

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Yes, i'm not crazy bout her visits either. Like a mother calling us in as the sun sets on a day of play.
Nicely done