rain, its soft bliss
making its way through mind
burning hidden corners.
its silver threads tying memories
never letting them go.
they make hanging loops for the present
and umbilical chord for the past
to make it like an illegal child
having no rights in the world.
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hello....you are my senior at thevally school..great reading you..you are so talented..i am also a blogger..but i have not added that in my orkut profile..please read
http://sreepriya.rediffiland.com
thank you, priyan alex rebello
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