I am the fragrant smoke from the incense sticks of prayer,
I am the cold damp wind passing through your hair...
A dream... u can't touch...
but u can feel in your heart...
An emotion that brings out tears of blood...
A fear everytime u come close to it...
A nostalgia that beats heaven...
Yes I am the smoke that crossed u a moment ago..
I am no longer with u... I am yours... Forever Feel me.................................
Nupz™ Vagrant in a Big City...
5 comments:
good imagery
very touching full of emotions...
true blue luv !!!
nice thoughts sweet heart...start taking it serious..no wonder ..one day if u get the best sellers award for ur writings...
cool one,... u are getting more philosophical..
So u feeling smoky these rt.. :P
goodluck... go on and on
peace.......
A hippie ppl call Surya
If you are the fragrant smoke, I am the incense;
the two are inseparable?
the smoke drifts up, envelopes the room; the source remains earthbound.
Open the windows and let in the fresh air, the smoke spreads its wings outside; throw away the burnt sticks; outisde they encompass the universe, no longer seperable
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