Saturday, 25 May 2013 my Rain-washed Meadow

Gazed blank at that star like all other breezy nights
So far yet so close
The vision gets hazy and the star melts into a drop
Only to find my cheeks wet with that.

Unhappy marriages must be like those books which you don't want to read but you know that you have to complete.....

Love pouts complaining losing of its truth. It is not the truth we are missing, its innocence. We are living in a world of old and experienced. There blushing is becoming an obsolete art. Maturity stands dumb-struck near the bribed gate-keeper of adult-only movies.


  1. I don't know, I feel most of the things today are just for the namesake...Feelings, emotions and all are missing...I can somehow feel what you are trying to say..

  2. I am very impressed with the unhappy marriage observation. What an apt analogy!!