Saturday, March 19, 2011

Stray hours!

Time separated us
But we ruled the most
life turned passive
without your notice.

Long back I wish
not to be so silk
you tried to hold me
but edges slipped.

I being thy possession
never learnt your situations.
You being so far
love dives new war.

Why the gap?
Need your lap!
Bring me back
end the snare.

Can’t I be the parallel line?
Snaffle me for every time.
You say am sweet,
Why then we never meet?