Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Empty Pages

A page a day was a dream,
Except on space-less Sundays
Which had no blank pages
In my diary with green cover.

I bought this at first sight,
When this shade of green
Brought back to my mind,
The sheen of a river green.

This river in a distant land,
Shimmers in sunlight,
Flows with a graceful ease
Unlike these words.

For words have seasons;
They've dried up with years.

1 comment:

swapna said...

Good one, enjoyed reading. Hey i too did have a green dairy with a picturesque cover...

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