Mirage

Life ~ Mirage
~ A wasted illusion right from the start.
~ Hopeless romanticism of a hopeful heart.

Though the former is reality, I choose to live by the latter.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Enchanting Days


Smell of petrol
wanting to eat chalk
playing office-office
fear of the dark

dusty roads
lazy afternoons
huddled in corners
helium balloons

red tricycle
candyfloss
goofy giggles
mumma's gloss

plastic pistols
oversized shoes
camel crayons
Swatkats, Baloos

magical days
all was good
I do indeed
miss my Childhood!

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