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:
lovely thought .......lovely words...
toooo cool...... thanks..
Nice one.
Raaghu
Nice!
But who is he???
:)
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
Hmmmm!! tempting to name the 'HE'....!
Shall i? :P
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