Sunday, December 27, 2009

Something I wrote in the Train on the way to Delhi...

My eyes half shut, with a few grains of sleep,
In my last waking moments, your thoughts run deep,
Miles away from you, as I lie in the train,
A million memories of you, running through my brain,
How I wish with a blink, I could come back,
Instead of lying in this steel wagon, on a steel track,
But to blink back, I don't have a jeannie and neither am I one,
So I must settle for the little, that by me can be done,
I write a few lines for you, hoping they'll make you beam,
And I shut my eyes, to meet you, if only in a dream!


Ria said...

loved it!!u write nice and real pomes.

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

Thank you!
Real poems huh? Well that's a new one!

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