Sunday, July 17, 2011


It was never about
The cracks in the walls,
The drops in the pots,
The mist on the pane,
And the crevice in the curtain.

It was always about
The pain of the eyes,
The haze in the vision,
The brutality of the Zephyr,
And the depth in the madness.

Now Playing: Plane | Jason Mraz

picture courtesy: deviantArt


Sourav said...

Smooth read, good morning.

Shruti said...

Thanks, Sourav

Rahul Bhatnagar said...

It carried a lot of meaning for 10 lines. Wish I could do that. :)

Shruti said...

I am glad for ur appreciation.
Thanks, Rahul.

Tangerine said...

i love this 1 :)

Ausdrucklos said...

Depth in the madness

Thousand faces.
One head.

Now that's a nightmare.