I cannot touch you through your pictures.
I cannot reach for you through these framed words.
This virtual facade of our genius denies me experience whole.
I scour through these bits and bytes that represent your being.
All the time assuming, never really knowing.
My feeling like my being is organic and inside me.
Something no technology can touch or even receive.
It is exclusively for you in all entirety.
Not in a photo, not in a line, not in a medium that etches shadows of my life.
In flesh and blood i stand before thee.
No more groping in the darkness, time to take delight in the living.
(A precursor to disappearance)
I cannot reach for you through these framed words.
This virtual facade of our genius denies me experience whole.
I scour through these bits and bytes that represent your being.
All the time assuming, never really knowing.
My feeling like my being is organic and inside me.
Something no technology can touch or even receive.
It is exclusively for you in all entirety.
Not in a photo, not in a line, not in a medium that etches shadows of my life.
In flesh and blood i stand before thee.
No more groping in the darkness, time to take delight in the living.
(A precursor to disappearance)
keep writing pa
ReplyDeleteReal nice piece of work!
ReplyDeleteWait... so you're from The Nilgiris, you're as cute as anything I've ever wanted... you tease me, well :) and now you write well too... MARRY ME, NOW! :P Hahaha! Love the first piece :) Says a lot about what what's going through that inaccessible mind of yours :)
ReplyDeletethoughts and feelings are so beautifully translated.
ReplyDeletevery like, aivin :)
ReplyDeletegood job ..
ReplyDeletesound like a prayer.. purity is taken for granted.. i guess technology would understand but not humans.. :)
i understand ur emotions i kno technology cannt bar u frm such desires.....
ReplyDeletegood one :::)))))
Keep up the good work! Sustainability being key
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