Sometimes it happens when you try and remember a person who you've known almost all your life but haven't met in a few years; you try to gather up an image of how that person looks like but all you get is a blurred memory.


Fading

Fading,
Right in front of me into thin air,
My hands passing through you,
Yet never catching hold of anything,
Your face as I remember it,
From my soul do I recall,
Breaking down into vapour,
And disappearing once and for all.



Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2011-04-26 at 21:31

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karmic justice
In about 8 lines you've managed to convey beautifully what it feels like.. It's not an easy task especially when the emotions are so big.. this is fabulous..
2011-04-28


John Ashleigh
You pull inspiration from a memory. A sentiment that other people long to be able to write about. It is often difficult writing about something so close to your heart, but yet so far in the distance. A true poet indeed.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-26