Thursday, November 29, 2007

Scripsi
















There is a part of me which shall be forever you
When I plead my case or when you ask
Me to take my coat of defenses...off.
There is a part of me that shall be forever young
When I slide fingers over a mist kissed window pane
When I write my songs, when I try to entertain
Thoughts of walking barefoot on acres wild
There is a part of me which shall be forever cold
When I sit still,smile fixed irreversibly in place
Or when I twist stalks of the first flushes of spring
There is a part of me which shall be forever false
But[smiling]my truth is a cinematic lie
Just hints of rain in a searing sky
And there was no time for revelations....



But I am not sure who wrote these lines
Or why she stops to fold her palms
A part of me
apart from you
Unravelling in troubled arms...

8 comments:

Sayan said...

Bliss.....

misa said...

like the jim dunlop glass?:P

Sayan said...

and the hushed midnite conversations which reveal some of the cards.........

misa said...

hmm,that sounds interesting...wont u share it with me?

Sayan said...

my cards? i already have. :-)

misa said...

...and they are safe with me.[ gee, i sound like a gambler with this metaphor:D]

Sayan said...

Good,but wouldn't say no to pleasant confrontation.

misa said...

Confrontations, pleasant or otherwise are good. They clear some smoke if nothing else.
But the mystery deepens...midnight conversations...cards...confrontations...
whats the story, morning glory?