Monday, May 7, 2012

WOODEN VALLEY OF MY PAST







 sometimes,
while treading my dynamic present,
whenever i cross the wooden valley of my past,
where, tyrant autumn is a sad irony of today.
i see no one, but the bereaved footprints of my own.
so pristine and  so lively, still today.

sometimes,
when i become infidel and bluff my present,
i venture out into my past 
and drench myself into the rain of yesterday
and solace myself  in those non - existing moments
and says-
" if you were  my ever existing today and morrow".

sometimes,
whenever i cross the wooden valley of my past.......