Words leap out
From pages
I have not read;
Seek me, reach out
Softly settling on my skin.
Lost, I jump out of it-
When they touch.
Those are pages
I cannot read.
Anymore.
Why? Because they
Read themselves out?
No, no. No, no.
More, perhaps, because
I’m afraid
Of what it might
Take to read.
The undercurrents would
Drag me, drown me.
I shall be lost. Lost.
To Them.
I am already lost
With Them;
Just knowing they are there.
What it would do-
Knowing Them
Is the risk I cannot take.
They’re the fallen leaves.
On the road I cannot take.
27 August, 2014
One of those “Class” writes. 🙂
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 
September 27, 2014 at 12:36 pm
I read everything(well almost) you write
in the fond hope that one day I might
like you, I will be able to, my readers delight
but I guess it is just a fantasy flight.
“Class Writes”, I agree entirely. …. ‘the fallen leaves on the road I cannot take’, so powerful words, i have read in a long time.
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September 27, 2014 at 6:37 pm
Govind, your words delight
Send me up like a colourful kite
Speechless with joy, that is my plight
Reading your words, on this here my write 🙂
Thank you. I’ll keep it simple. 🙂
But truly, that ending? I’m not sure where it came from. I’m rather awed by the nuance that reads out to me today.
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