Saturday, September 10, 2011


Looking through the window
Rains pouring down

The drenched roads burn with passion
Trying to invoke your aphrodisiac hormones

The soft cool breeze mesmerizes
Plays hide and seek with your cheeks and hair

The clouds are baring their wings
Promising a one way ticket

The elements within you lose their control
You yearn….
            To burn in its passion
            To melt in its blanket
            To board the last cloud

When suddenly..
The thin bubble of illusion breaks
And you return to what some people call 'Reality'

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