One of those days
winter is lightly knocking on the door
sunlight has begun to kiss instead of her summer bite
and your eyes hurt.
The seeming perfection of all those people who are strangers, acquaintances, friends and nobody fleetingly inspires you to sprint
towards a momentary photograph of success.
The trouble is that it is nothing but a photograph,
a reflection of a reflection at best.
winter is lightly knocking on the door
sunlight has begun to kiss instead of her summer bite
and your eyes hurt.
The seeming perfection of all those people who are strangers, acquaintances, friends and nobody fleetingly inspires you to sprint
towards a momentary photograph of success.
The trouble is that it is nothing but a photograph,
a reflection of a reflection at best.
2 comments:
sab maya hai....
Haan wo to hai... :)
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