An image comes to my mind
A reflection
A forlorn image
Rising above the listless beings
An achiever in all aspects
A man par excellence
They talk among themselves
It is about you.
My mind has nothing but your thoughts
They come wading through streams of time
An outcry
I lose your sight
There is nothing but void
I strain to hear some voices around
I think I hear your voice so clearly
The baritone voice
It is nothing but hallucinations
Each waft of wind brings your perfume
I count each dewdrop,
I count each heartbeat
I wait for you
My heart calls out your name
I am longing to be in your arms once again…
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Bindu, Thoughts of posting a comment struck me no sooner than I read Your Thoughts! Your Thoughts flows lucidly and I enjoyed it much...Keept it coming :)