Thursday, August 27, 2009

Perhaps,

Life is too short,

to make out...

what could have been

and what did not...


Liberties galore,

The world at our feet.

Why would we still want,

to our childhood, retreat?

Till Death Do Us Part

The faint glow of the setting sun glistened on the ripples of the Jhelum, as the ripples moves away one by one. The wind coming from the ...