Windowpanes clouded too..breathing is hard...moist..
Something keeps getting stuck,something keeps coming up...
Incessant droplets...and memories...
Shapes on the glass..puddles get molded..
Into a watery You...muddy..here now and gone..
The distant thunder and the wind..
Something snaps..
Window..me...reality...
No gray lining..no rainbow..
Just water in my cupped hands...seeping out..
Just like You...
Great one...happy blogging
ReplyDeleteIncidentally I had started blogging few months ago too... at Business Fundas .
Regards
Arpan
http://business-fundas.com
@Mit..feelz good to b appreciated..thanx!:)
ReplyDelete@Arpan,so a fellow blogger huh?will be checkin out ur one soon...:)