Monday, 17 September 2007
gifting away----Writers Island
mundane stuff bought at vague places
passed on to faceless people
how much does that count for gifts?
rare are those who give it any thought
about what you like, indulging you
no end. clothes, jewellery, trinkets
count for nothing. that particular song,
much leafed through pages of books
selected with love, take you back
to reminiscences visited so long ago.
cherish I do, times when taking off from
everything, you listen without judgement
to all I have to say, my words broken, disjointed.
journeying neither from here to there, not
making any sense to anyone but you?
“for someone who has no time, you have no dearth of it for me”
Is it mushy? I am not too sure. I do agree it is vague.
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