I was going through some attic cleaning, in the sense I was looking for my writings scattered all over the places, at home, at office (both primary & secondary computers). And I found this, unfinished just by a little. So decided to complete.
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Touch me here
Where my heart beats silently,
For I shall hush
When I walk out alone,
Into this surreal dark valley.
Sun shone in the other half of this world,
While I walked home.
I looked for the moon at its usual place,
But this time,
I was again all alone.
A friend had called
He left a message,
Calling me to the beer bar,
where we once met.
But today, I won't go there.
For your memories still linger with me,
No I won't drink, look for my lass
For I know,
she comes here no more.
She doesn't walk the path,
Along the lake these days.
She doesn't come my way,
From the windy cold eastern lane.
I shall now sleep,
Pray to her to walk into my dreams.
Touch my arms and hold them tender,
Lay me down slowly in the silvertone of the moon,
Immerse my existence in mystery of your galaxy.
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