Thursday, June 26, 2008

The last time

The last time around
we were together
You spoke a different language.
Things have changed now.
It is raining,
this time around.

June 27, 2008

1 comment:

Pooja said...

Vapour-laden memory
plops heavily
on crisp moment,
'now' rises
'then' drowns
in-between, voices dry up.

Let the poetic voice rain and pour Jatin.