Friday, 20 April 2012


Down to the scorching sun of ever-pungent summer,

How frequently things do change, as if witnessing a plunder,

The blue lake was so pacific i saw just a moment before,

The zephyre too was so cool, blowing right across the shore,

Didn't know when it all happened,the sun started burning,

The lake dried, the zephyre died and the leaves stopped rustling,

I looked for a respite and yes, i found one forever,

She emerged out to be an illusive mirage,

Dragging me towards the quicksand of love ridden desert...