Missing Voices

you are much missed, how I believe

as I missed me somewhere, somewhere.

voices of yours,  as it was calling

were so near, so near.

moments of closing by, saying

you are all to me, all to me.

can you let it be more real

as it was the day we met, so fair.

come to me, as I can see you in your voices

standing, i am waiting to get near you then; * I was always to get near you then*

offering my say, you are in my prayers

where you always dissolve with my rhymes,  you knew then;

or, it is the echoes of many unknown drafts,

in its listlessness,

coming across the river of dying illusion to me here

separate my self away from

confined existlessness,

your voices are felt no more far or near.

So I, aimlessly collecting those voices

moments around me, following

the wild roses on meadow spreading its fragrance

sneaking thin through the norward

and your voices, calling.

krishna rai

09.06.2006

/* keeping myself away from you is like creating new rhymes with the lonely passing moments, verses come out with the cascading voices as they ask for your name forever */