Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Fluid Senses

A walk of few unknown steps
Conversation for some fleeting moments
Of world and its herds,
In silences and words

I wake from a trance
A strain of music somewhere makes my nerves dance
The inner voices remind me of the deadlines ahead
I boast of awakened soul but my will is dead

Adrift in a stream I flow
Inside me my emotions sway along with you
Dance floor turns into rapids of my desires as I glance at you and glow
Darkness lurks just around the corner waiting for heartbreaks anew

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