Perception of touch....

Every touch is different, like a fingerprint,

some touches express love by their mere presence and yet

there are certain touches that feel like they have an agenda.

Why so?

I wouldn't know and yet... I know.

The question I ask is that is a perception at every contact or is for real???

I felt it... a small gesture. Pressure on the side of my arm.

I felt it....a holding of the hand a little longer than required.

I felt it....the pressure of the thumb at the back of my hand.

Some fleeting touches ignite a passion or stir an emotion where some just feel warm

and are easy to let go.

To live is to connect and a connect that evokes emotion is all that really counts.

Living in isolation we all long for the connect... a true connect... one that makes us

happy. Not pleasant... genuinely happy.

That touch is to treasure forever.

Will you understand?

The news is not too good,
the dreams are getting old,
they have been dying for lack of sprinkle of creativity.

I drag my feet,
I make excuses,
I try but half heartedly.
Am I sad? Maybe...
Am I dis heartened....definitely...

I dreamt and started off on a journey,
some good turns happened,
some self discoveries happened.
I never lived up to the standards of the world.
I never made the mark I was expected to.

How do I explain?
I never set out to do that?
I started looking for something that made me happy,
kept my hands busy but also my heart and soul.

Alas I am still standing on the precipice of uncertainty,
I don't think I want what I started.
Do I answer to others why?
Do I NEED to explain?
The ones who know me...won't they understand?
or will they?