Saturday, November 27, 2010


Every dream, every tear
Every laughter, every sneer
Will one day become a memory so dear.
Like a shooting star,
So distant, so bright
Like the first drops of rainwater
Or the comfort of the night. 

You'll hold it close, 
You'll hold it tight. 
You'll protect it with all your might. 
But, she'll be gone,
She's very wise.
Leaving you with thoughts
That will hover every night. 



Sherry said...


Riddhi said...

You can relate to this can't you?

Zoya said...

i can relate to this ...
but she will be gone. Thats the strength of self preservation!

Riddhi said...

Self Preservation or escapism?

Zoya said...

a bit of both I guess...