Friday, January 09, 2009

Finally, I Let You Speak

I can see your face, with all
It’s innocence, and
Blood trickling down from
The corner of your lips.

You soul, your flesh, it washes,
It cleanses me of my sins.
Yet I am afraid, too afraid
To let you in my world.

You know, so you walk past the
But I am not your creator, for
I cannot show you the realms of
I cannot control your destiny.

So I try, I give you your voice.
I let you tell your tale.
While I listen
Sitting with you in the middle of

You talk of cities, of death,
And fire from the sky.
You talk of what lies beyond
The river of belief.

And when you lie on my
I sprinkle sand in your eyes,
Golden dust of dreams.

And I promise,
The Sandman won’t let
Take you away, back
Into the realms the darkness.

10 Comment:

nisha said...

Wow wow wow!! what can i say, its just possesses your soul, you know when darkness falls :)..

Have fun, keep writing :)

Cadence Hart said...

this is the work of a very promising talent. keep it up!

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Nisha : Thank you for your complements.

@Cadence : Thank you for visiting my site :)

Inam said...

Dark, passionate, and searching... thought-provoking, good writing.

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Inam : Thank you, believe me I was really awaiting your comments on this.

Sandip said...

I won't die R
I can't die
Because I am a principle
I am a prisoner
I am a monk
And an enchanter
And a man
And you are my woman :)

Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Sandip : Thank you :)

mindspace said...


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Rajtilak Bhattacharjee said...

@Mindspace : Thank you very much. I sat over at An Evening With Poetry and it seemed to me as if time had stopped. Unfortunately, most of your blogs are private.

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