Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Addicted to His Touch


A desreted road , and we bothe there .
only winds to disturb , and no one to care.
sayonara said the sun , the trees were to sleep .
he clasped my hand ,and no one to peep.
he looked in my eyes, and i cudnt say.
he pressed my hand hard , and i cudnt say.
his eyes filled with adorance, his face with innocense ,
he came close to me to ask , the reason we were sent
i wanted to answer, i dont noe what has held me.

my fear to be closer or my fear of not to be.
my face went pale , confused and unrest .
gazed at him , was it necessary to answer the rest.
as if he could scann thru me , that i cudnt be mould.
he turned his face away from mine,and released the hold.
he dragged his feet bak and bid a gud bye.
cud we ever meet again he was half to cry
he moved a step and thn took a stop ,
he took a step more and then turned bak

the love in his eyes was turning to pain
it would hardly take him time ,to turn insane
head strong i stood , on that haunted road .
who knew if this was on my boat.
suddenly the wind gushed around me,
do i need him was the thought in me.
his support gave me firmness,
his presence made my secure.
his voice still sustains ,its the pain i love or the love i still endure.
the dust in the vicinity came over the day

i left everythng and ran ,
ran cum what may!!
i could see him there.. dragging his feet.
unknowing the fact that now he could gt me.
i ran to dance i ran to sing
i ran to meet him faster than wind
i called his name full of jest
he turned bak
and i clasped his chest

the sun refused to set
and even the sky was full off stars...
trees forgot their sleep ..
for the sight of ours...!!!
we both in tears could not say much
except that we percieve ,
dat we are addicted to each others touch...!!!

10 comments:

Akanksha said...

Ahhh...din know my sonal writes soo well...the addicted thing gives a whole new meaning to how we see a realtionship,,a feild still untouched,,,very well written.. keep writing ...
Cheers!!!

ashok said...

==my fear to be closer or fear of not to be==
==who knew if this was on my boat==
Sheer gems.
Donot know ,if this is your craftsmanship or creations or simply an experience.
Whatever it is ,,superb.
Ashok

Unknown said...

Did you write this?


Its beautiful! And so true to so many girls feeling insecured and secured at the same time

Anonymous said...

wow... amazing lines in the end.....perfect start and perfect ending...!!! very descriptive....
nice picture
4m---
Prashant

Join mei Life said...

Hey Babes i am shocked that u are my little sis with so many talents and i do feel proud too that an art like this comes with lot of experience ................do keep writing

TrAnSgReSs said...

yay di.. i love you.... muah..... kya romantic types hai naaa.. hhehahaha lol

TrAnSgReSs said...

and yash baby yes baby i have ritten it i now i simply love it to.. if u read it in one go.. i just adore the feeling one of my fav and oldest ritings ...

Samir said...

Din know that sonal cud write so well and above all i cant believe she cud draw anything like that..I cant imagine myself drawing such paintings..Cant think of such an art..I have seen some art exhibitions and if this painting is kept in mf hussain's paintings then nobody cud raise a finger that this is not mf hussain's work..She should keep up such kind of work and please Sonal start thinking about making a career in this field..Please..World needs ur kind of artists..
Best of Luck
Keep up the good work..and do tell me if ever u take part in an art exhibition and i ll love to buy one .

TrAnSgReSs said...

oye i will neway gift u one yaaar oye thanx o much .. muah

ashok said...

to tell u again ,it is deeply touching

Where mind is without fear ... where fetters are broken .....and my insolence is revered . You are welcome !!!