Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Angel

Angel,
Angel I am crazy, you may think
I put my arm around your shoulder
Run my fingers through your hair
It is a dream I cannot believe it
It is like a impossibility you never thought
It took so long it is only fair
And then the phone begins to ring
And a strangers voice on the other end of the line
I Say oh no, y cant he call up at other time
Friends trying to be more than friends in subtle ways,
Sweet Angel..when will you know
And i think to myself,
Why now,
Why me,
Angel, Angel

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Ravindra Vikram Singh is an advocate practicing at various courts in Delhi. This blog as the title suggest soliloquy, is a monologue on this perception of drama of life and society. Views are personal.