Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Death….


Death! O the elusive darkness!
You can't flee me forever—
Our tryst is an inescapable certainty;
Only that fallen leaf knows
When she will convey me to you.

The epitaph !

Between leafs of time  S leeps the untold tale of life, In dreams of love and love of dreams. Smudging the margin in between The ...