The Person i think i am

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Bombay, maharashtra, India
The dark road of my thoughts::: As I sit here and wait for the coming of the end I look back and wonder in this short span of a life how I affected people, as what type of person will they remember me? Will I be remembered? Its not easy to accept the truth. All i am left with is a hope in a dream that may never come true.

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Confessions in a kaleidoscope

I heard a beautiful song, and thought of you

Draped in your sarong, no one ever knew

How did it turn so wrong, stray moments too few

And now the crowds throng, and only i see you.


A cloud of crows fly by, you smile on cue

A prolonged goodbye, the sky no longer blue

A starry mid-night sky, our promises untrue


Asleep on a hammock, it was just us two

Your dirty torn sock, eyes sparkled with dew


The memory faded, and i still think of you.