Friday, June 16, 2006

Vision darting through dark alleys,
Head spinning; world, a whirling gust on an an empty landscape,
Of memories gnawing at the lyrics of a song,
Threshing it; clothes for a walk in the park


Bishwanath Ghosh said...


Maya said...

Hiya, Thanks for visiting and for email. Will respond later....nuch too much happens now! Rgds M

Malvika said...

yuck.. the manners, stance and behaviour of both the characters are such slaves to their respective gendres. the pensive, terful, pregnant last meeting.... cliched.