Wednesday, August 8, 2012


I have this way, a strange way
Of taking you to sleep with me.
I will gather you as a little
Bubble of air,
A wisp of a thought
And breathe you in
Till you reach my lungs
And dissolve.

Then I lie down, stretch,
And let you breathe with me.

You stay the whole night
As I sleep and dream
And turn and toss.

Some mornings, I find
You are still here.  


Sowmya said...

Very nice...especially the last lines...and so true...

Pramshanks said...

Thanks Sowmya... for always dropping by and reacting. I will be posting more regularly now!