footprints..
on the dry hot burning sands of time
one before the other
nameless countless senseless
except for the pain, the incredible pain,
so you remember nothing more
except the pain
heartbeats drumming on
not belonging, mechanical
one after the other
nameless countless senseless
except for the void, the frightening void
bereft, shipwrecked and alone
surrounded by an ocean of faces
each like the other
nameless countless senseless
except for the yearning, the hope
to see love for me once more in your eyes
(01st October 2002)
In a room full of people you feel so alone, waiting always for some one to call but silence is all, stand on the table and shout i am here too you all..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Surrounded by an ocean of faces...each like the other'....... Excellent my friend.