Saturday, 27 December 2008

and i wonder how

nothing and
almost everything
touches my heart these days
at times, in a nicer way
most of the times,
it’s just crude

Monday, 15 December 2008


it was touch and fly
with that bluer sky
fish currry and prawns fry
us, so high
the traditions so bright
the moonlight and the river
the moments so right
leaves me with this desire
only to go back.