Wednesday, March 3, 2010

As I feel the cool breeze,

Brush past me;

Sense a stirring within,

Of a distant dream.


To feel, when you’ve

almost forgotten;

Hear the beats

Almost muted.

Heart brims over

With know not what;

Nor wish to know

Why or why not.


Just to know or feel

as a touch of breeze;

just to know or sense

a tangible presence...


Monday, March 1, 2010

Damn!!

Miss you!