Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Lost Siesta

I remember, the days;
I sat and then drowsed into,
the gloomy rays of the noon sun's twilight.

And it was eternal; fulfilling.

But now, I remember the times
Just remember them, pale and sad;
Lost old dreams..

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010


Anonymous Someone said...

Melancholic, good ol days

aditya said...

Life is this. Moments basted in to more moments. Memories knotted in to more memories.

You cannot dream good every night, even.

ecstatic shimmeR said...

@Anonymous Someone
Thanks for dropping by.

hey, good to see you lively on blogger. be in good health and spirits.
well said.dreams aren't biased.