Monday, December 19, 2011

Tell you, but A story..

The Sea-gulls run into western breezes

Salty air drenched with wetness of tears, sweat and rain

The window-sill kept open, a bird might just come and sit

Someday this Ogre would also find his Haven.

And somehow someone would come and peep

into the dark and deep

and rescue the princess within me

If there is one to be seen.

Till then let the thorns, place themselves

like the holocaust into my dreams

Let the board hang loosely at the gates,

"Trespassing Not allowed, Make no mistakes".