Wednesday, January 21, 2009

the sky has lost its color
the noon is dusty grey
the sands of time stood not still
the memories fade away

rising from the heaps
of empty pages,
tossing my head in pain...
my words are lost in eternity

i hope to drink
the wine of slumber
yet my shoulders stoop
not from dreams, but delusion

written by ananya chatterjee


  1. hope i wish some more hope,...but you are the master of dark :)

  2. thats the 3rd tym u tell me dat......and am lovin it each moment