In the wee hours of the morn
When I wrap the misty coolness around myself
And hear the crows caw in the distant corner of my ear
When truth and illusions have naked conversations
I hear you alight on the soggy layers of my consciousness
As a smile plays on my lips
And half dreaming
I hear you whisper...I love you


Still thinking said...

Awwwwwww...I'm sure I've a certain look on my face now and no, I don't have a mirror :)

'I hear you alight on the soggy layers of my consciousness' - I love this line.

Beautiful as usual.

Arpit said...

awwwwww...!!! :)
i wish "someone" feels exactly like this when i say tht..

btw....AHEM...AHEM!!! ...who said tht to u...??? :P
thts really sumthing u can feeeeeel only when it happens to u....

D writer said...

well i can imagine that look...i mighty pleased everyone thinks its real...he he :::D


sadly no one, just my imagination...it doesnt always have to happen, you can imagine it sometimes...haven't u noticed d words 'half dreaming', 'illusions'..

i m sure u will find someone, all girls in any case imagine a lot both good and bad things :D

How do we know said...

Cho chweet.. really.. this is soo sweet!

D writer said...