Friday, November 4, 2011

this morning

Couldn't find a reason to spring out of bed this morning,
couldn't hear the chirping of birds calling out another new dawn;
couldn't see through the window blinds, the nubile rays of the morning sun shine,
couldn't feel the sleep drugged mind, letting out its playful sigh at my soul's smile;

Woke up to find the winter closing all around, the morning chill in the air, much like the one within.

Ek Sach

 Hum apne aap se bhi chup ke rote hain