Obscured by clouds

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I see a face. That's what its all about.
















Through the cold rains,
Amongst the cold winds,
On the grey sky,
I see you.
I sit down, cross-legged, my style.
And look up to you.
To see you again. To see you through your mask.
Blink your eyes.
Stay still, gaze a little maybe.
Shower on me.
Shower on us.
I see you. I see you now with your halo.
Give a sign.
To say its alright.
Coz, the grey turned into the dark.
And you have disappeared without a trace.

Comments

Anonymous said…
:-):-) :-)
August 16, 2012 at 11:32 PM
Anonymous said…
Mhmm...you made me feel the weather. Now I want to eat hot vada.

Butterfly
August 18, 2012 at 10:35 AM
that awkward girl said…
With green chutney?! :P
August 19, 2012 at 6:18 PM
Anonymous said…
Nope, I'm a sambar girl.


Butterfly.
August 24, 2012 at 6:42 AM
that awkward girl said…
Come back to Binny Layout then!
August 24, 2012 at 2:15 PM
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