"That is why I write- to try to turn sadness into longing and solitude into remembrance"
-Paulo Coelho

Sunday, August 24, 2014

And she saw that big-large moon in her dream. It had a halo too; a shadow bigger than the actual big-large moon. Yes, it was that hour; some time of that night. It was the day in the night; so bright. All she did was, she stood there elated 😊

Friday, August 15, 2014

Haze..

There was, there was, there was so much to say;
Seldom did she speak and if a tiny bit...
There is, there is, there is a sparkling moon she seeks;
Always did it light her clouded mind and that all of it...
So she waits, waits for the day to fade to know the story's end..
This night-shine knows how'll the next dawn break-With the tears of Love or broken heart !