Friday, May 27, 2011

when the year fall..

As to start with, life seems very perfect.
Perfect climate, perfect sunshine, perfect wind, perfect glow.
The train starts, and the energy is just awesome.
The most awaited journey, to the place where you belong, to the home.
Somebody has rightly said, path is more beautiful than the destiny.
Promise to comeback again with the same smile in the face.
Beautiful eyes revealed its failure to look into the future or to look into moving times.
When I comeback it's the new place, new water and the new air, with the shadow of the raindrops in my bag.