Echoed Presence

Where do you live, asks the Lady,Close to you, says the naughty baby,The Lady shrugs off, says don’t jest,Tell me the place where each night, you rest,The baby points a finger, towards the Lady’s behest,I live at a place where…

Where do you live, asks the Lady,Close to you, says the naughty baby,The Lady shrugs off, says don’t jest,Tell me the place where each night, you rest,The baby points a finger, towards the Lady’s behest,I live at a place where…

In search for truth, i am loosing myself,In loosing my self, i’m forgetting myself,In forgetting myself, i find a dense cloud,Bright, vast, forever stretching, but not a single sound…. There are so many people around me, but i cannot hear…

I walk the world, head high and strong,I have my ways, I am not wrong,When I love, I give my soul; my heart,When i’m hurt, I am not afraid to restart… –A poem written for an amazing soul full of…

I believe this the first poem that I wrote my heart. Overwhelmed with imagination, I pen down the feelings of a doll meeting a wanderer. Have a read.