Thursday, July 17, 2008


You used to hide behind the bedroom door
in much anticipation to surprise me.

Now, in the same room
you lock yourself up and surprise me more.

A silence hangs in the air
like that curtain (full of tulips)
mutely wavering
under the ceiling fan.


VAV said...

nice tagline below musings of a wanderer :)

gunjan said...

Good one finaly you are graduating to Romanticism from melancholiness