Friday, October 13, 2006


Sitting amidst four walls
Burning the midnight oil
I'm all alone and none to talk
So I try to converse with my soul
We talk about the past and the present
Some irreversible accidents
And a few unforgettable moments
But still we ponder on what the future holds
And all that's in store to surprise me
Or simply take my breath away
But there's only one moment of my past
Which I'd always love to revisit
And that's when I first met her
Now, let the history repeat


krupa said...

a lot of ur scribbles seem to dwell in the past n are reflections on the past

The Muse said...


wonder how many ppl(read men) think that way!