Turning restless on a bed of dreams.
I lay all day awake for an unknown face.
A silhouette appears like a mirage in a desert.
Overcome by fatigue, I strain to see the face.
A known face with an expression unknown beckons me to a new world
A slumber engulfs me as I surrender to the call of the deep.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
:) thanks for dropping in. decided to sneak in here and have a look.
ReplyDeletethnks, Jeena :)
ReplyDeleteThe header promises lot...
ReplyDeletethe content delivers little Jan :P