Friday, May 25, 2012

~ Let the rain comes and wash away my fears ~

The line on your face carved by nature
Pronounced things I never can measure
The smile on your face is my hidden treasure

What goes between the lines, abysmal of thoughts!

And if dust triggers or covers this whoop
We will disintegrate and burn into loop
Higher and higher ashes will bloom…

And we will wait for the rain with our closed eyes
Or let the drop fizzle every teary eyed
We will sit around the corner and wait for the dawn
Heard it happens when every coin turned

1 comment:

  1. Humaira,

    I am still lost in thoughts about bliss of rains.

    Take care