Jan 13, 2010

Some days make me sing in my head. Rainsongs on old guitars.
And on those days, I miss you. Like a child missing a broken toy.
A tiny little knot of has-been in a roomful of has.

8 comments:

Madhura said...

'love' it actually
but how can you put things soo beautifully?

PS: how goes mission pushing.vitamin.pills.down.the.throat.of.dogs (not bitches)?

CheshireCat said...

@SSS
Operation P.V.P.D.T.D.(NB) goes reasonably well.Goitre is difficult to find, though.

Oh, and thankoo. =)

Magically Bored said...

Lovely. You write entirely too well. :P

Madhura said...

which one s Goitre? is he after my times?

Arse Poetica said...

:)

eta amar khub bhaalo legechhe, jodio bujhte na pere anubhabtai beshi korchhi

Shree said...

Tor kichhu post'er maajhe arekta post jeta onekdin mone rekhe debo.

P.S. Ebar aami confirmed, I am in love. :P

CheshireCat said...

@Madhura
No, I think you've seen him. Large, black and brown, male.

@AP
Oma.Thankoo. :P

@the lonestar
Retard. :)

Shree said...

@soliloquist: Oh, how cruel can You get! :P
*sobs*