Essence

Bright colored balloons
soft droplets of rain
drenched in a feeling
dont remember em now
in an instant i am desolate
soft whispers haunt my memories
decades have passed
tender smiles lost
today its more about the time
time to fill air in that thing
Gained a lot i have
think i not wht i not
delicate intricacies i have
carved in the niche of time
yet something eludes me..
where and what
whose essence is that which eludes me
i know not.

shaji
[oct 19, 06]