Sunday, December 13, 2009

One time again.

.
little tones from mobile phone
runs to ears one time again
when the day gives way
to the dark of night
.
The memory still holds
I am still feeling the voice
but vague, obscured and dark
And i dont miss a thing.
.
Let the train roll on
with new people on board
May be thats the way
the train likes to roll.
.

2 comments:

midnight murderer said...

Let the train roll on
with new people on board
May be thats the way
the train likes to roll.

beautiful!

Amith said...

Woww..!!You're too good at writing brother.Nicely penned down poem and simple yet touching lines.

Loved the last four lines :-)Keep writing

Regards
Amith