The stranger you got to know.
And again someday will be a buddy estranged
I am another face that fades in the crowded streets
Streets of memories of people u know
Our relationship is like the lens
That blurs and refocusses.
When the haze clears.
Think of me
And I will appear
That does not mean I was gone
It only means
You were not looking.
And again someday will be a buddy estranged
I am another face that fades in the crowded streets
Streets of memories of people u know
Our relationship is like the lens
That blurs and refocusses.
When the haze clears.
Think of me
And I will appear
That does not mean I was gone
It only means
You were not looking.
hey thats a good poem! keep it going :)
ReplyDeleteThese r my thoughts which u expressed !!!
ReplyDeleteam glad u put this pic up for this poem. Good one.I esp like..
ReplyDelete"It only means
You were not looking."