Sunday, December 27, 2009

hiding again

And she decides to drift away

In to the oblivion…

Where none knows “the start and end of her being”

To be the way she is

And not to prove it all the time

A place where the conversations still live

Of delicate dream of May flower

And careful nurture of sunshine…

Without the worries of…

Ration of the day

And obligations of night

Of endless chuckles

And not scheme per seconds…