Monday, February 22, 2010

Thump.

Thoughts trickle down in a stream of muddled afterglow. Eights months and words elude me. Five half written posts and three and one quarter of over-loved romances.



Too little things she said, too little he heard.

5 comments:

nanosage said...

If I am right, I don't believe that too little things were said and heard... throw more light.

Royal Stag said...

Nanoooooooooooooooow. Always is too little, whatever is said. And always we hear even lesser.

It is just about everything around.

nanosage said...

Blah! as usual

Royal Stag said...

You always need some dirty spice. Kuchh nahin hai :)

nanosage said...

Spice... never dirty... always exotic... intriguing... and yeah.. hot! :)