July 18, 2012


Complete with Nothing

I wished for a corner
You gave me a world
With its innate intricacies; yet colourful.
I wished for a touch,
You gave me a moment’s infinite joy
Inexplicable; yet so silent.
You disappeared just as a fleeting thought.
Yes, fleeting; wild and accurate.
In your thoughts that I saw each morning
And slept off in the darkest hours.

But I know, you are yet, but a thought.
Not near. Not far. Somewhere meandering... 

With little I feel fulfilled
With nothing I feel complete

But I know, you are yet, but a thought...

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