Do my questions inspire you?
Do my insecurities haunt you?
Or can you peek into this puzzle
And fit all the pieces into.
Do my whines depress you?
Or my lingering haze fogs you too?
Or do deep echoes of distress
Vibrate inner strings and keys
Are my unspoken dreams visible
To your intuitive eyes view?
Or do dark pauses and spaces
Conquer clarity with hue?
Do you wonder infinitely
About all mysteries and riddles?
Or do you analyze and strip
All simple philosophies.
Can you dissolve all dirt?
Can you cajole all doubts?
Can you find all answers
In your void or mine.
So it is Pieces of you and me...
ReplyDeleteQuestions are an album in your Pedestal
ReplyDeleteThey build up just so unusual
Boggling your mind all the time
I tried to answer but soon discovered
They so very are a part of mine.
..............neat
ReplyDelete