Saturday, 21 May 2011


the enchantment of sky,half opened 
heart as an oyster,peeping the tiny
ray across the darkness,hiding a fire
fly inside the palm, restless blues
wants to fly between innocent fingers,
as a bonsai, happiness remained 
dwarf though I irrigated it honestly !
spring has its own reasons, said 
its not possible to love you forever,
in the warp weft of life, weaved the
silky threads of dreams,its broken
repeatedly its different tale friend, 
before the daybreak,who is painting
the horizon in dew dipped colors,
this cross is remained my only an
alter ego,no other place for it except
my shoulders,where to go leaving 
the familiar,innocent,pure beautiful
all around these faces,in distress
moment they smiles for my persona,