Soaring souls, fly alone.
Why is it so hard to say goodbye? Why is it easy to fall in love and so hard to let go? Lost again. And again. Living life from a distance, disconnected and separated.
A simple touch, your hands meet and more is said in that moment than all the words in the world can say. Something innocent and pure. Nights are spent, wine is consumed. music never sounded so beautiful, so engaging, so much a part of your soul. A look into her eyes, and a smile and
I am lost. Lost in a dream. A beautiful dream filled with elation. Like a thunderstorm at night, with lightning and rain, the emotions rise and two distinct worlds collide. Moments fold into hours, hours fold into days, weeks and months. Your heart screams with joy, pounding faster and faster at the thought of seeing her. The night beckons, bringing alongwith promises of moments together.
She is everything, everything is her. The thought of parting is unbearable, the promise of seeing her again is unbearable and the need... desperate. We meet again and like a tide gently kissing rocks on a shore, it all comes gently rushing back. We are together again. Lost again. Hearts pounding, lips quivering. With fear in your heart you speak. With glistening eyes, you speak. Her hand is in yours as the sun begins to rise.
The rain and thunderstorm are dying down. The city is washed clean,but the sunshine is washing away the memories. Words begin to fade, night is becoming dawn. You awaken, as if jolted from a dream. Feeling nothing but an emptiness, with sweat on brow. Scrambling for her, you reach out but theres no one there. The softness that once was, is now a harsh reality. You stumble to get up, dazed and confused. Sadness is taking over, "where is she"? Standing alone, looking for love, your love. You scramble for the door, to go in search. Moments pass by, minutes folding into hours, hours passing by. Dusk begins to set in. Then a glimpse of her. Those glistening eyes, that overwhelming smile. You approach, with pounding heart. You reach out with open arms, but she steps away. The place for you no more. The night is over. The memories are evaporated. Once soaring souls, fly alone.
A simple touch, your hands meet and more is said in that moment than all the words in the world can say. Something innocent and pure. Nights are spent, wine is consumed. music never sounded so beautiful, so engaging, so much a part of your soul. A look into her eyes, and a smile and
I am lost. Lost in a dream. A beautiful dream filled with elation. Like a thunderstorm at night, with lightning and rain, the emotions rise and two distinct worlds collide. Moments fold into hours, hours fold into days, weeks and months. Your heart screams with joy, pounding faster and faster at the thought of seeing her. The night beckons, bringing alongwith promises of moments together.
She is everything, everything is her. The thought of parting is unbearable, the promise of seeing her again is unbearable and the need... desperate. We meet again and like a tide gently kissing rocks on a shore, it all comes gently rushing back. We are together again. Lost again. Hearts pounding, lips quivering. With fear in your heart you speak. With glistening eyes, you speak. Her hand is in yours as the sun begins to rise.
The rain and thunderstorm are dying down. The city is washed clean,but the sunshine is washing away the memories. Words begin to fade, night is becoming dawn. You awaken, as if jolted from a dream. Feeling nothing but an emptiness, with sweat on brow. Scrambling for her, you reach out but theres no one there. The softness that once was, is now a harsh reality. You stumble to get up, dazed and confused. Sadness is taking over, "where is she"? Standing alone, looking for love, your love. You scramble for the door, to go in search. Moments pass by, minutes folding into hours, hours passing by. Dusk begins to set in. Then a glimpse of her. Those glistening eyes, that overwhelming smile. You approach, with pounding heart. You reach out with open arms, but she steps away. The place for you no more. The night is over. The memories are evaporated. Once soaring souls, fly alone.
posted by Anuj bhandari at 7/19/2010 10:15:00 PM
1 Comments:
This is beautiful mate.
Just stumbled upon it.
Keep it going (y)
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