Like a dead
telephone,
the distance
between me
and you
is deafening.
The more
we connect,
the more
we don't...
words repeated,
rituals of tongue
and finger, now
mean nothing.
Your smiley,
happy constantly.
What about you?
Anirban Kapil Baishya(25/9/2009)
1 comment:
I love this. I feel I can connect this poem. The words help me connect to something I have been feeling for sometime now.
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