Friday, September 28, 2012

When there is nothing much to say.

My search for solitude
Stops at the threshold of your eyes
The ethereal peace swims there
For a split second I am revived

The search goes beyond
And rests on your lips. 



  1. Very sweet and glad u find it ;)

    Btw. i'm doing fine dear... hope u r. and thanks for being there :)

  2. lovely ...lips sometimes dont part and still so much conveyed..Right..Bhalo Theko


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