Tuesday, 22 May 2012


The rides, the moonlight sky,
The faces unknown, in sync for a while
Your face calls from the far off window,
I stare for a while then shift my mind
Breaking glass panes will never abandon
From horror to sorrow, cupid’s broken arrow
What is life but an inverted notion
Truth belies the strangest of passion
And if you thought the moon could fly
Come look into my heart where it resides!