Sunday, November 18, 2007

And then, you were there...

And then, you were there...

With questions writ in eyes with a bit of care
Rushing through the lanes, somewhat foul and fair,
Shedding a loaded make-up, layer by layer.

(Twisting an ankle or two at every odd stair!!)

A mirage as it seems with no one to share
Or an oasis for which the Bedouins dare ?

Exhausted knees
Blistered feet
Scorched skins
Parched throats

Rootless souls just dying to bare.

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