Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Book of time
was torn into pieces
Pages were flying
All around me!!

Ink of space
was fading away
Space had shrunk
from words to a mear dot..

Missing were pieces
to fill the gaps in time..
Dried for long
is the ink of space

Still a child called dream
were picking those paper pieces
Writing with an inkless pen
the story called life!!


♥busy_writer♥ said...

awesome!!! xtremely well worded!!! :-) !!!

Manasi said...

just loved it....:)