Tempest

Monday, 15 January 2007

Enigma mine

We meet
sometimes often, at times fleetingly
we know each other
I have seen a glmpse of the shadow
maybe more...
maybe i've seen the whole
maybe i've imagined all the meetings
maybe there's nothing more to discover
But then the glimpses...
where do they come from?
They seem to know more about me
They seem to guess whats on my mind
even before I think of the words,
They seem to seethe even before I burn,
They seem to dance before I hear the rhythm,
They seem to know the essence before I catch the smell
They seem to know know my every nuance
They smile when I ask if they really do.
They smile when I ask if I know them...
In a faraway dream I feel as if I do,
when I wake up I wonder when I'll see them next...
Even before I complete the thought,
They brush past me.
They know me, do I know them?
They are all around me
They are inside me
They are me...the shadows.
When will I know me?

Posted by Pavitra :: 05:07 :: 5 comments