I see thy face in vast expanse,
I shirk when hear a voice at my back ,
I stop when I need to take a turn ,
I cross my fingers when I see a falling star.

The illusion seems so real,
That I feel I have lived a life in an hour.


This is an incomplete poem I wrote and found the snippet lying back in my trash :)....Did not feel like completing it ...but perhpas it was better incomplete ..so posted it as it is...