Sunday, January 30, 2011


Sweet and bitter
Come and pass
Wounds reopen
Bleeding starts.

Between you and me
Thousands miles span
But when moon lights lands on
Wearing anklets of beams.

Then in that silence
Your memory enters in my mind
To wet my eyes corner.

1 comment:

  1. In the future silence I hope

    that you will keep in mind

    my memory ..