You came to me on a winter's night/ The chill in my bones were deeper than your dimple.
Like a half moon on your red cheeks/ Your dimples I remember.
As I pass by the shore today/ a distant thought clings to me.
Like a troubled mother I try and leave/ Like a stubborn child it holds on..
I give in an think, of a time not long ago...
Our excitement consumed the day/ Our passion ate the night away.
How moist our touch, How tender the feel/ Always ready to break out on the surface.
And we too eager to hide beneath.
Giggling we hid/ Under the covers, behind the frames.
But the sound of the giggle always remained.
It's time to look for walls again/ brick ones this time, i say please
The wooden ones leaked with my stories/ The neighborhood smelt of me
A tiny whole gave away my secrets/ If not for these wretched walls...
Oh! bring them down, i say bring them down/ But then again how lost i would be without them
So I say brick ones please/ I 'd like to think of them as brown...
Divya Jha.
20.08.2009
Like a half moon on your red cheeks/ Your dimples I remember.
As I pass by the shore today/ a distant thought clings to me.
Like a troubled mother I try and leave/ Like a stubborn child it holds on..
I give in an think, of a time not long ago...
Our excitement consumed the day/ Our passion ate the night away.
How moist our touch, How tender the feel/ Always ready to break out on the surface.
And we too eager to hide beneath.
Giggling we hid/ Under the covers, behind the frames.
But the sound of the giggle always remained.
It's time to look for walls again/ brick ones this time, i say please
The wooden ones leaked with my stories/ The neighborhood smelt of me
A tiny whole gave away my secrets/ If not for these wretched walls...
Oh! bring them down, i say bring them down/ But then again how lost i would be without them
So I say brick ones please/ I 'd like to think of them as brown...
Divya Jha.
20.08.2009
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