The ink.

October 24, 2010

The occurrence

Filed under: Musing — Asmita @ 12:03 pm
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And when

Monsoon just walked away,

Rain dripped all over me.

 

Like a memory of

A long forgotten dream,

Appearing suddenly like a torrent.

Like a traces of

Handicapped plans,

Assembling a complicated design.

 

Moreover,

Like a lost happiness

Making a way to you

Like a déjà vu.

When monsoon just walked away

Rain dripped all over me.

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3 Comments »

  1. You are like a wine, just getting better and better with age. Though, the title could be more expressive than it is, which is completely just a thought, I have a high hope with you. Cheers for the good work and good Luck.
    🙂

    Comment by aniX — October 26, 2010 @ 2:12 pm | Reply

  2. Just Loved it! keep up the good work.

    Comment by Sumati — November 11, 2010 @ 10:13 am | Reply

  3. its ok that the dreams r only forgotten but not broken!

    Comment by heartpleaser — March 29, 2011 @ 6:17 pm | Reply


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