Thursday, October 16, 2003


Is a title so dire when every carol of my heart is for you?
I sketched every inch of your face on the slates of my memory
I ventured into the catacombs of your mind to find the pieces of your puzzle
I heard the song of your precious heart & learnt a dance to its rhythm
I studied the philosophies of your life to find a hearth within your world
I’ve carved your name on every confessional lyric of affection
I weaved my dreams around your ambitions to lift you to the sky
I touched your soul, owned its pain & ascertained all the ways to heal it
I delved into your body to feel being a part of you
I began to desire love when its sound resonated with your voice
Can you conjure this dark obsession that you stirred, was really in a woman?