Some1 wrote to me...

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Hey

      Saw you today on my way back. I am sure you did too. I think i saw you smile.

And it made me think.

And in the process, my mind discovered that i had left certains papers to rot, consciously as well as unconsciously.

That it would be a good thing to do to let you see what verses i associated you with for a while, thought I.

Ahead are etracts from a poem that was never completed.

  "   ........Unending thoughts of the day to be

              disturbing, troubling, scaring, tormenting..

              Yet your words of all that is, all that you see

               shadowing the rest, bringing golden beads in string

               what is and what is to be, I wouldnt see

               shut my eyes, I would shut it close

               My door to the world your eyes would be.

                .................

                ...................................

                I would lay my hands on yours

                for today, for now, and let it be

                you could show me all the things that, to you, lures

                a child I'd be, all yours and yet free

                A walk through the night

                a fly, like a bird's flight

                raindrops, falling from the yellow height

                know it all, I would, by your side.

                ...........................      "

Its these few lines that i thought contain most of our conversaton and its valid for me, even after time proving its transiency, even

after ''us'' being no more the ame anymore. 

Do not take me otherwise. I dont mean anything as the verses go, now.

I was feeling really hopeless this day and there's was none to tell me that i was worth certain prerogatives when i was dying to hear it.

I am over it for now.

But i remember seing the same person that i was today in you sometime in history(I could be completely wrong but its my interpretation). I wanted you to know that there's so much that you are than the person who lives with endless bugging thoughts.

Good luck.

Love

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