May 27, 2011


Teasing and warm,
the wind on my skin,
mocking the way
I never felt

Lights & sounds afar,
celebrating the night,
echoing the melody,
I never hummed

that gap-toothed moon
laughing at me
reminding of the jokes
I never told

Pages flying about
Confetti like,all just
a part of the fairytale
I never wrote

Pretending it's the shore
waves coming by
washing away the castles
I never built

Memories of the days
End of a beautiful lie,
A woken dream
I never dreamed


Sairam Krishnan said...

Beautiful, but with an edge of sadness.. I enjoyed it Monica..

Pavan Daxini said...

The reprise is nice! :)