Monday, September 12, 2011

Bewitching sickness


I fell in love with a voice,
A voice over the phone
I heard long back
In a dream
So crisp and clear
Yet harsh and bewitching
The voice vrept into my ears
To nestle softly there;
Even now I strain
Among the crowds and solitude
For the faceless voice
I can never win;
The voice eludes me
Just like a dream.

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