Thursday, September 04, 2014

#57

The playful laughter
The frivolous tantrums
The naive threats
The lame bets
The wide, puerile eyes
The inability to lie.
The joy of inscribing her name on sands
The revelry of holding and swinging hands.

It was a similar rainy day.
He wiped her memories away.



4 comments:

Ankur Anand said...

Like Orion and stars !

divsi said...

indeed :) :)

Anonymous said...

Wonderfully expressed Divsi.
"The naive threats
The lame bets" :)

divsi said...

Thanks a lot Shashank :)
Best wishes!