Monday, August 11, 2008


trickle down in my mind
like lazy drops of rain
on a lazy sunday
hazy, unclear
merging into one-another
about to fall,
about to be perfect
as they reaches it's zenith
but alas,
they die before that.

abrupt end to a short journey
unfinished work
interrupted dreams

चलें थे हम बारिश को थामने
हाथ में आई नही
की पानी हो गई
कतरा कतरा बिखर गया हर तरफ़
जैसे इस जिंदगी की कहानी हो गयी


[-V-] said...

waah waah kya sher mara hai..

rain girl said...

:P hmmm thank you

Prakhar said...

beautiful...last four lines are just incredible!