Friday, 10 December 2010

A land of no memories

Don't disturb me in my silences
I will most likely be painting
A montage of the last movie I saw
Intertwined with my own memories

The songs I've listened to
play out themselves
on silent summer noons
echoing your voice

I hurt, I bleed
and yet there is a dream
that tugs me on
to a distant moment.
Of pain.

I lose you sometimes
in a dense fog
and I run direction-less
on a dark misty road

Incoherence sets in
just the moment before
I was supposed to meet you
at a place of no co-incidences

Let me go
to a land of no memories
the road is very difficult
and I love you