Monday, January 25, 2010


And he, unaware of her mystic sensuousness, walks by.
I tell her to follow, to lay the trap.
He runs far away.
She, with her supernatural aura glides beside him.
A stroke of recognition and then blankness covers his face.
He stops, observes.
Overwhelmed by everything her,
He turns and walks away.
She rises and towers like never before,
I bow down to her beauty, her mystique.
She smiles and waits.


The Learner.... said...

cooool aanchal, never knew - you are into blogging too...
shall follow and read on.. enzoi

Aanchal said...

thanks ya :)


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