wrecks

your face was a braille my fingers loved to read....
your eyes a loch I loved to vanish into 
I still feel the preserved droplets of ur love 
drawing around the reminiscence of you again and again... 
from the wrecks of memories we once builded..

Reviews

[Pradeep Nair]

Dear Spoilt Urchin from the Sun City...
I am unable to open your Blog... "Blog not found".

You have a great imagination... and must exploit it to the core.
The Braille and Fingers.. OMG!

It was a pleasure to read through...
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[Siddhartha]

They just seem to seep through the barriers we create, these tiny droplets of memories that linger and fester, but then in the end, these are what make us human.