Saturday, November 15, 2008

Where is she ?

Where is she ? Where is she ?
I need a hand to hold.
The rain drop, solitary
The rain drop, dead
Its sad, one after the other
single and dead.

Where is she? Where is she?
I cant just sit and be
the soft touch of her
damp lovely skin
No more rain!
No more of this !

Where is she? Where is she?
A gentle nudge, hot coffee
Rain ! Rain !
Don't do this to me !
Don't push me off the cliff
I am trying to flee

Where is she? Where is she?
She is not here
She is not with me
She does not exist
She does not see
She will never be here
I will never be me.

-Harish

4 comments:

Usha. said...

hard to acpt the ones we care about do not care about us! nd yea, once something so divine touches us, we are never the same again!

Jayesh said...

She does exist
She will see
She will be there...

joie de vivre said...

:0...
it this a poem or a song...??

Harish Suryanarayana said...

@Ginny - Hope I get some of that divine touch sometime !
@Jayesh - Thank you, optimistic visitor :)
@Neha? - A song. A poem. Whatever. Its mostly angst.