Monday, March 9, 2009

no clue

something sentimental,
in a rain
in the drops
and the sound they make
as they unflinchingly fall
touching a heavenly place

something grand,
around the trees
swinging smoothly with the wind
on a small timeworn
unlit road
way to neverland

something piercing,
can still smell
the scent
of last monsoon

and the indistinct
college memories
of you me
the high times
felt like a storm

lookin for what...
Vik has no clue