
It was just you and me,
A loneliness that was unsurpassed.
I saw your eyes looking away,
To a future in a world tortuous.
Can I share it?For love is but a mission,
When fullfilled, it has no space,
For anyone but for reality.
Dreams awake to a wet morning,
To own a soul that was turbulant.
So I go away from here,
To an unknown journy,
Without any reservation,
And no stops in between.
Jayamala.

2 comments:
To Ms. Jayamala
You write that :
"To an unknown journy,
Without any reservation"
Yes, the journey to the land of love and emotions tends to be quite unknown. And it requires courage to step in that land.
Yours is a good imagination. Keep writing.
Naval Langa
Dear Mr. Langa,
Thank you. I am following your writings too.
Jayamala.
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