m-u-n-d-a-n-e

the mundane numbs the mind
i wish i was someplace else
perched atop the fluffy blues
nestled inside the steel wings
cuddled in those long (hairy? ;-)) limbs

perhaps somewhere green
lush plush washed clean
perhaps somewhere brown
the gold dust clings to gold of the skin
it could be the misty hills
or the rain lashed sands
we could make the time stand still
untill its time to return...
to the mundane that numbs the mind


It has been a tiring week and my mind is b-l-a-n-k. I need a vacation! :-)




Nahin Saamne - Taal

One of my all time favourites.