Sometimes you write a poem and when another person reads it, they immediately get into your mind.

Its a very nice feeling when that happens and you don't need to explain much.

Anyway, today I am sharing a poem very dear to me which I wrote many years ago.

I call it SHADOWS. Which may seem unrelated when you first read it. But don't just read...listen.

.Enjoy.

I feel your touch in every dawn.

I hear your voice when the wind blows.

And every friday night, just before midnight, my memory plays a rhythm :

a rhythm that lasts and lasts till I beg the stars for a remedy because it leaves me drenched.

But the stars I beg become a slideshow and I see you and I again on a cloud..Only this cloud feels stable.

Like a couch or better still a sittee .

It reminds me of the black leather sittee in ...??!!??

It can barely hold two people.

Two people from different times with different dreams .

I don't know much about desire, But I know about a tickle in my heart,

one that I cannot ignore lest my spirit breaks.

One that's getting my mind in storms and my blood awake.

By a man I have no right to want. 

And I hear whispers of emotions unfettered, reaching to a duplicate..

And I try to ignore this but EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT, JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT...

#:-s