If I were the night, I would have never let the moon talk me into believing him that he's gonna stay...

When I was young, I wished to fly into the sunset...Now I just gather food and twigs, the sunset looks beautiful from my nest.

Raining desires, sunshine of hope, rainbow-coloured dreams and a life nurturing wrapped in the smell of the earth fresh after the rains...I guess that is how motherhood feels.

Stupid memories...chuck them whenever, wherever you want.. they will always find their way back to you !!

It rains pretty often, the heart gets drenched only a few times..

Of Mornings : Leftover dreams of last nite n their remanences....