Monday, March 19, 2012

Blame it on the glass of wine

You and me

a couple,

me

you

seperate individuals

a gap.

The fragile glass of wine

a bigger space

time factor

a random race

and the a seperation.

You...free

me...free

you, a recluse

I, a recluse

friends comfort

party, drinks, smoke in the air

jargons of thoughts.

You found a way

I too found a way

the end of the story

roads never meet.

You die

I die

hopefully both in Heaven

and we meet.

Thundesr, lightnings

now the question is

are we going to fall for it again?

angels are confused

so are we

However,dear Lord wants

some PEACE.

3 comments:

Runa Tripathy said...

I liked the one before better frankly...this one seems very impulsive & spur of the moment :( but loved the one before this

TO TOUCH THE HORIZON said...

true rina...it was written in a hasty manner. I appreciate your comment

Dilip Sanchora said...

reminded me of some of my poems ... anyways nice write .. life is all about spur of moment..