Saturday, July 17, 2010


It is the yellow light that does me in every time.
The sun and the stars make for very corny love rhymes.
The heart does very bad things to the grammar that I have learnt.
Mystery throbs and I go mad.
Sad, and there comes your smile.
The lovesongs play on loop and make sense.
the child dances inside the caged cell and I jump too.
the ripples and the pebbles stream along with unbroken rhyme.

when you are ugly, you are not overrated anymore.


Anonymous said...

i love this. i just do..<3<3....bigg hugg...

Rudrani said...


Anushka said...

There's something about this. Something I like very much without being able to define exactly.