Wednesday, August 27, 2008

My dreams breathe again...

Standing in the rumbles of kotla, under the open sky with cool morning breeze blowing in the heat of May with my head resting on your shoulder, I sneaked a peek at the blue above and then the flight of bird caught my eye bringing to life a thousand dreams. Dreams to go high, to fly, to be myself, to walk alone with you by my side, to run, to jump and to go wild.

2 comments:

madman said...

awesome,

very real, says a lot.

aditya said...

here is the folly... i was searching for...