Saturday, June 5, 2010

Slave of Voice

I am a slave of his voice
While walking on the broken dreams of mine
I forget all the pain and pricking
As I get mesmerized by his voice

I forget that my dreams were broken by his command
I forget the prison I am into
I get carried away whenever he talks
I obey everything he says even if it’s destroying me

His voice is loud, attractive and sexy
His talk sounds like orders and commands with sweeteners
When I hear him, I hear nothing else
My identity is lost when am listening to him

His voice has become the soul of my life
I crave to listen to him every single minute of my life
I am enslaved by the charm of his voice
I am tuned, ruined and made poppet by his voice

BhaShe

5 comments:

ದಿನಕರ ಮೊಗೇರ.. said...

lovely thought .......lovely words...
toooo cool...... thanks..

Raghu said...

Nice one.
Raaghu

ಸೀತಾರಾಮ. ಕೆ. / SITARAM.K said...

Nice!
But who is he???

ಭಾಶೇ said...

:)

Sitaram Sir... He is not constant... you might have read a lot of poems where 'HE' is mentioned.

He is not God, not the person I love, is just a source of inspiration. Is different every time.

Thanks

kanasu said...

Hmmmm!! tempting to name the 'HE'....!
Shall i? :P