I climbed up a ladder to my sub conscience
In a heartbeat, my lost grip showed me a world beyond the real!
The golden sunlight and sylvan gardens
Made my hollow heart yearn to feel.
As the summer rolls into the fall,
And the winter’s chills freeze my thoughts
I wish to see the color of life, again.
prynka
Sept ‘08
3 comments:
this is worthy of a greater audience!
:) thank you tanuj, for reading.
Aapke lafz hume hazaar aankhon ki taareef lage. par jinke panth nihaarke akhiyaan thak gaye unhe itna waqt kahan?
shukriya.
haha!
tat was a cool response!!
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