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
hope hope...how i wish some more hope,...but you are the master of dark :)
ReplyDeletethats the 3rd tym u tell me dat......and am lovin it each moment
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