Thursday, November 18, 2010


If time sweeps you across
Memories flow again
of the present and the past
The present is still in thoughts
Waves of the past flowing by
as a river without droughts.

I sit by and go through my blog
which has my life in a form
not known not shown
by anyone but me
And it echos again
Nobody knows you better today
than you have yesterday.

My Blue frock , my red ball
and the first sight of the
much awaited new mall
The first sight of the exam sheet
and the joy of that first beat
The rains that dripped
and the cycle that tripped
Long forgotten those moments
still bringing smiles in the forest so dense.

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