Friday, October 23, 2009

the closeness, the nearness, the frustration of not being able to do anything about it...

The feel of a bead of sweat running through my back...
The touch of u, brushing my flesh, from all sides...
The hot breath of u on my face, not too close but I can feel it anyway...
The smell of ur sweat from the heat, all over me...

I am entangled, we are pressed against each other...
There is no way in, now that there is no way out...
A torture, we have to go through together...

We do it almost everyday, but still we haven't got used to this...
The frustration of this closeness, gets on our nerves no doubt...
We fret and look at each other, too aware of all this nearness...
Conscious of ourselves...
Well, there is nothing we can do about it, is there?
Helpless and lame, we stand there, on and on...

For babey, we are on a bus to work, me, along with, 'u' the crowd.....

3 comments:

Leonhart said...

"The feel of a bead of sweat running through my back...
The touch of u, brushing my flesh, from all sides...
The hot breath of u on my face, not too close but I can feel it anyway...
The smell of ur sweat from the heat, all over me.."

.........


"For babey, we are on a bus to work, me, along with, 'u' the crowd....."


lolzzzzz....its like a roller coaster ride... ;) .... so cool...

ujwala said...

Thnx leon... :) glad u njoyed it... ;)

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