The Smell..
Of chilly air
Of Wood burning
The Beat
Of the Dhol
Of your heart
Of your feet
The Warmth
Of the fire burning
Of the smiles Turning
Of the cat calls of the Chaddi-Buddies
And I am Here..
at 30 Degrees of heat
and Unknown Degrees of seperation
Lost
in the Sea- of people.. amid people running helter skelter to meet the ends ......... ends of the dreams that keep changing with every new sparkle that gets visible!
What am I doing here?
Of chilly air
Of Wood burning
The Beat
Of the Dhol
Of your heart
Of your feet
The Warmth
Of the fire burning
Of the smiles Turning
Of the cat calls of the Chaddi-Buddies
And I am Here..
at 30 Degrees of heat
and Unknown Degrees of seperation
Lost
in the Sea- of people.. amid people running helter skelter to meet the ends ......... ends of the dreams that keep changing with every new sparkle that gets visible!
What am I doing here?
Comments
well tru it is...
there are somethings that happen by chance and some by choice!!
:P
What are you doing there?
The answer lies within :P
lovely to see such a free flow of thoughts.
A:- the truth is out there..
well written Mr. Chabbra. Wish wat u looking for hits u on ur head soon :D
chill.....
everything is okay...
Similar thoughts run thru my head at times.
Sometimes when I look into the mirror, I cannot even recognise myself (in my case it may be senility setting in! he he he he)!!
what within...
M-tea it ees!
@ Sunrise:
??
:P??
ty !
dunno if i am looking foa niche.. or what though!
oye hu is this Mr. Chabbra????
auntie jee???
gee tks pal
Han yaar...
As Aby sez: Yehi toh iss khel ki vidumbana hai
:)
hello there...
nice you have the left side of a bright face ( which is looking right)
:)
I think as of now it is -38 degresssss.
brrrrrrrrrr