Expected yet unexpected feelings
Cruising through
Mind in dilemma
Trying to synchronize each movement
Closed with unfamiliar images
Frame by frame. Cut to present
Its six in the evening
Travelling along the reaches of the road
Streets illuminated by lights
I hear strange whisperings
Kind of incantations
Dissolving the walls of memory
An enigma it seems
My heartbeat plunges, the mind goes blank
What remains now is
The notion of infinite gentle strange vibrations
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
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