A fortress of memories,
with doors shut tight...
Shrunk leaves
still hoping for light...
Beating rain that
flooded all away...
A pair of papier mache birds
that sang all day...
A leafless tree...
It's soul un-free...
The lonely moon
at the night sky fete...
Weeping dew drops
it eternal wait...
Painted window panes where someone
with eyes so strained stood...
Un-penned letters
and unlit wood...
Broken windchime,
The frozen time...
Flooding eyes...
but the rain dries.
1 comment:
Terrific.... awesum.... read ur whole blog... kuch jal raha hai shayad..... somewhere close to my T-Shirt pocket....[:(]
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