Trespasser

Standing on the edge of your words

I feel like an intruder

I do know your collection of words

Is in public domain

You want it to be read

And read I do avidly, as per plan

But

There are times, when I feel

I am an accidental eavesdropper

Or a voyeur, whose guilty pleasure is

Glimpsing into your life

And yet

I feel one with your pain as well as joy

For I am also a purveyor of my dreams.

22 thoughts on “Trespasser

  1. Is this not all of us? For we are all Peeping Toms, watching through the metaphorical windows of people who choose to turn on the lights without drawing the curtains. Or sometimes real windows. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

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  2. I love this one..it seemed to me like we are all tresspassers (with permission)…as we exchange and share a part of ourselves through our poetry.

    P.S. you still dont appear in my reader WP why oh why..

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