It seems like life is a stretch of golden sand and I crawl beneath the dunes of time. I know that someday winds of change will blow, some day the dust in my eyes will be cleansed by snow. Until such day I walk my life with a pocket-full of dreams.
When it is time, I would hear you speak, and I would know. From this slumber, new life begins.
Nice writing Rajesh. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is powerful... Thanks.
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