Maybe I can read your mind
Maybe you are thinking what I want you to
Maybe I’m saying what you want me to
Its a game nevertheless
Just don’t know who’s playing who
Me and you?
Or life with itself
With us, two pawns
Figments of each other’s imagination
You know and I know
Its always good to talk to you
And hear you speak my thoughts before I think them
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Posted in Waxing eloquent | Comments (6)
August 16th, 2006 at 9:57 pm
me likes this…
may be crystal balls and tarot cards are your stuff
August 16th, 2006 at 10:31 pm
There are times when I have felt that I am a pawn running like a guinea pig in someones grand expt.
Always thought that am the only one crazy enough to think along these lines.
But it would be “really” disturbing to know that the puppet master is someone driving on the next lane.
August 17th, 2006 at 11:17 am
hmmm.. too complicated for me!
August 17th, 2006 at 6:31 pm
Its amazing how they do that, isnt it? To read thru the masquerade that we think we have mastered..
..Me
August 23rd, 2006 at 4:06 am
As real as each other, we clash,
It’s not our words or any thought,
It’s not a talk-war that we lash,
It’s an unprovoked game we both sought.
You breathe the fire that I light,
Love-mark each other with embraced love,
Horns locked tight as we mock-fight,
Burning heaven sends us its Peace dove.
August 25th, 2006 at 7:55 pm
Lovely play of words!!