Touch

You blow like a chill wind over me,

Moving soft over the surface,

Did you touch?

The waters of love and innocence,

While I lie and spread myself beneath,

Buried under,

The chill breeze,

Some pieces of feelings,

Flashes of lonely nights,

Darkness,

Pain,

Tears,

You,
me,
I...

Dead Painting or Dead me?

 

You still are a painting,
Into which i look every morning,
Hanging on the wall, fixed!
But...one day..you smiled at me,
I waited every single day for that smile,
Gazing through and staring into u,
I waited years..., tirelessly waiting,

for that nameless feeling...undefined,
I never knew that  u never smiled at me,

That was a smiling face painted in the canvas!