Sunday, 30 November 2014

Thus, Without Me

The sleepy cries of a child,
My magenta curtains,
The sleep eludes...

The fan swirling
The darkness shy of the light
The silent breaths

The rainy cold
Nose and feet
But then incomplete
This moment
Without you
Thus, Without me.

2 comments:

Vinay Leo R. said...

read this over a couple of times. :) wondering if it's an incompleteness without self or without the baby or someone special.

Shravan RN said...

You still remain my favourite blogger read.