but all my words come back to me,in shades of mediocrity......
Growing...Ain't it strange?..That after changes upon changesWe're more or less the same....
Don't we wish that we're "forever young"?
too many versestoo many callsan unfinished linesought by alltoo many attempts doused by inktoo many things to have too little to think... restrospect and prospect crossing each other, a riverine imagery to let the sail boats...flutter?no silly boy you dont do all thatafter all youve grown up
I wish that I could have been that LITTLE ,NICE boy..................through out my life...........but unfortunately it will never happen.......Oh GOD.....why don't U allow us to be the same little child through out our life
Damn I'm just jealous of guitargeorge's comments.@lucky eddy - not always.@ saptarshi - this reminds me of the movie "Finding Neverland". Could you explain the poem to me a lil more though?
i will.Not here.That would take the universality you see?
Fine..Send me a message on yahoo.