there was a conversation, an exchange of emails. mobile calls. what was said, forgotten. to not speak aches. inward stares require specs installed behind the eyeballs. external blankness must not reflect internal content. all lines are down. mental roadblocks dominate the route to salvation. look no further, the solution escapes... all of me.
my way of supporting bloggers' call to bring back transience. a blogger i miserably miss.
a tribute
I feel a different faceYour voice intoxicatingDecide everything for me
The lack of mind transfers
Silence prevails across time zones
Each second torture
Soon the same air
The light prevalent
Smiles unlocked restful sleep
From the sky a landing kiss
The proximities reduced to arms length
No one is allowed to let go