Sparsh: The Touch

A Life

Of Silences

Of stolen dreams

Of taunting memories

I see.

A Life

Of hope

Of Joy unleashed

Of Unbridled spirits

I dream.

I reach out

To turn things around;

To touch and heal.

Come.

Join me.

-Humeshkar Nemala

Passing thoughts!

Sometimes we come across people who spice up your life with just their presence.You love them.Cherish them.Want them.And know only too well it is not possible.Yet there is that bit of intangible hope,a desire:chained and buried.To P.I know I will cherish you for ever.
A life....
Of silences
Of Stolen Glances
Of Acerbic words
Of floating dreams and Grounded realities
We continue to live
In the subconcious taverns
Of our fragile minds;
Accepting and Acknowledging
Each others presence!