Tuesday, December 7, 2010

QuEnCh

There are a few drops

STILL...

on my palm,

that fell from my eyes...

UNTILL

you came..

I am your river

My dear rain..

FILL

me with tears of your mirth

KILL

forever my quench.....

2 comments:

Soumya said...

Vulnerable, hurt, comes from someone who has a lot of pain, may be.

it makes all the more thirsty.

lovely write.

lonelylullabies said...

Ah!
Am your river
My dear rain!

Sanctity!