Touching your life passing on way

Whether it is hills or valley..that takes us days..yet to travel in time..we enjoy a glass filled with lime..cost a dime..no more..a walk a stroll..a look towards trees..those with branches filled with leaves…I slowly study..nature to see..what it resembles within me.
Many things in surroundings whispers to tell…what is artificial what is real…and within my mind..my heart wants to find a niche to touch..a reason to be..in a head that has thoughts and dreams…I am finding myself slowly..and my way too…from birth to death..and this path..if I cross your life..forgive me for any wrong that is done unintentionally..to you…forget me..if you can not forgive

Look look a new book;)

Am I A Book :)…
You pick me up and read me through.
Turning my pages of life with you.
Each an event as we stay together..
you like my story line and body line too..
curving and tilting..
erotic it seems like a dream..
but as the details are discovered and revealed..
You find another book with a glossy picture
and a seal.
You leave me on the desk,
and wrap your arms around that and walk away..
keep it cuddled in your arms as you read the lines so fine..
and I get lonely as I collect dust..
then a friend borrows me from you..
and you let go..
he then finds a good price for me..
and I get sold..
for a penny..
I finally end up at the recycle bin..
am I tin tin..
I keep on hoping you miss my story..
but someone had made a movie that is better than my print..
oh!
I must sink .

Missing someone ..how it feels

In My Thoughts… Thoughts are seldom in rhyme.It is not a continuous flow of ideas, rather disjointed episodes some remain haunting me others disappear; then I feel lonely…when no thoughts come to me that’s when I go and get fond memories 🙂
there are few friends who left me, good friends but no more to communicate other who got busy but I had spent with them lovely moments. I treasure that, I love them doesn’t matter if they no longer are with me they will live inside me as a smile a thought a laughter