A beautiful line between triumph and the reverse
Touches the hope and the hopeful minds
An affable welcome to someone
Delineates what you are…not always
Reversible consequences
A quagmire…of trust, verve n ecstasy
A paragon appearance
Crafts a mystique...not always
Reminiscences are more lovable that the actuality
A sealed window...through which I used to see an enchant rainbow
“Memories are good…but that’s all they are
Well…hmm…not always
P.S : Silence is good…the glittering stars, crackling branches, leaves, zephyr, dust and the moon.
All says that am here… me, my lungful of air, my heartbeat and a pair of eyes filled with dreams…
00.53 am, 2nd Dec 2012, Nariman Point, Mumbai
Touches the hope and the hopeful minds
An affable welcome to someone
Delineates what you are…not always
Reversible consequences
A quagmire…of trust, verve n ecstasy
A paragon appearance
Crafts a mystique...not always
Reminiscences are more lovable that the actuality
A sealed window...through which I used to see an enchant rainbow
“Memories are good…but that’s all they are
Well…hmm…not always
P.S : Silence is good…the glittering stars, crackling branches, leaves, zephyr, dust and the moon.
All says that am here… me, my lungful of air, my heartbeat and a pair of eyes filled with dreams…
00.53 am, 2nd Dec 2012, Nariman Point, Mumbai
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