posted on : 18 June 2009
you are as blank in my life as this page
unless written
you are words with invisible ink
they come all in jumble
and go as they come in wiff n puff
you are so much and all and more than all
when you are..
and when you untangle
you are incomprehensive mass
you are my mountain I cant see beyond
when you are in the way
and you are a mirage
invisible
when you are not
your are my river when my senses are overpowered
the comfortable water
splush of waves
smell of freshness
and then you dry up for no reason n season
cant even ask you who you are
coz i know nobody
for that is how you want it to be
and still you become my mountain, my river, my words and all
whenever you can be..
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