Haiku IV- its more than just that!

"Hot waves of summer

Can’t wilt the yellow flower

When the rain drizzles."

~***~

Just when life seems to be unfair and God to be unjust, true friends jump in and make you believe that life is very beautiful. Instantly you realize that the God who has blessed you with such gem of friends, can never be unjust.

The haiku I wrote today is not just a haiku. It is more than that. Technically it is only about nature but deep below it is about me, my life and my friends in just 17 syllables.

Summer= my life in its tough times

Yellow flower = me

Rain = my true friends.

Today is a very special day of my life. Not just because it is my birthday today but because so many miracles have taken place in my life today.

Officially my birthday is today i.e on 8th of May. But the celebration has started long back. From past one week one of my closest buddy was smsing me every hour with the remaining times left in terms of hours, minutes and seconds to my birthday. He did not miss a single hour.

Then on 6th of May, crossing the mountains, rivers and so many things between Hyderabad and Delhi, Lukkydivs’ (who is my shona chimpu) love in a parcel reached to me. I just could not hold back my tears while reading each and every word of her letter. The words and feelings were not just etched on a paper but on our souls.

Sorry I cannot give any link to her gifts because the link is my postal address. So all you people who are interested to know about what all she sent me, are heartily invited at my place. :)

Next one, who again dint stay away to bring tears in my eyes was none other than my jaaaannnuuuu. She is one hell of a chookcha who loves my waaaaaaaing a lot.

*Don’t ask me the meaning of chookcha. It is just our way to call each other names. But if u really want to know the meaning, lena is all set to help you out because it’s a Russian word.*

She is such a crazy girl that she started celebrating my birthday from 7th onwards. And I loved this crazyness a lot. But at the end of the day i prove to be more crazier than her. so i am the ultimate "Crazy Girl" :p

What can I say about my dadimum angel! She is sweet, sour and chilly all at the same time. Exactly like delhi’s yummy chaats. Even her silence is so beautiful that I am always mesmerized by it. "Straight from the Heart" we convey our feelings to each other.

I was again waaaaaaaaaaaaaaing.

Half an hour was still left to my birthday. And since then my phone is not at rest. So many calls were in queue and I was shuffling between one call and another. Disconnecting one and attending other. I was talking.. smiling.. giggling.. silent.. laughing.. jumping.. amazed.. happy.. and not to forget waaaing -- all at the same time.

Tears again welled up in my eyes the moment I read Hemanth’s dedication to me. What can I say about him? He is someone who needs no introduction and no description at all. In spite of being unwell he dint stay behind to add colors to my celebration.

Sharp at 12:00 I received a very beautiful and cute e-card from nanhi pari. Yes nanhi pari is no other than priya joyce. She is such a sweetheart who apart from sending me budday scraps & e-cards has also set her status msg on facebook to "Happy b'day Preetilata :)"

Yes nanhi pari you to helped me to continue with my waaaaaaing.

How can I forget my mom! She called me all the way from Romania. The way she sang the “happy b’day to you” song to me over the phone that a part of my soul flew to her in Romania, from my white window, and hugged her and kissed her again and again.

The day in college was again an awesome one. On this blessed day, my closest friend in college with whom the relationship was souring up without any concrete reasons, came close to me again. And now we again are closest friends for life.

This birthday was a miracle day in my life.

I don’t know how I will convey my love and gratitude to all those lovely people around who have showered such love and blessing on me through dedications, gifts, calls, sms, emails, scraps, comments, testimonials. Some of them are total strangers to me who all have made it a point to wish me through lena, sameera and hemanth’s blog.

Many of my friends with whom I have lost touch in the course of time have wished me on this miracle birthday.

Many of my friends who were lost in the crowd of life came back again to me on this miracle birthday.

We the four angels of the dumbi gang were online together and were chatting and sharing togetherness again after a very long time on this miracle birthday.

I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’ed a lot on this miracle birthday. I know you will call me a cry baby now but I am more than that. I am a complete crazy baby who has added one more feather to the collection of her aged feathers. :p and as per lena I will live 10000 years.

On this miracle birthday of mine vinay has asked me to treat him with a poem. As per him “summer” is the HOT topic these days. ya summer is always a hot topic indeed. :p Therefore the above haiku is a treat to all you beautiful souls out their who have added one more day to my 10000 years of life that I am going to live. :D

officially my birthday is today-8th may. but this year there was no difference between 6th, 7th and 8th.

see my phone is still ringing and beeping with calls and SMSs.

THANK YOU FRIENDS :)

p.s: please pray for hemanth so that he can recover from fever soon.

Tum Jeeyo Hazaroon Saal :)

My sweetest chookcha-jaanu-maanu-saalu

So much of love I have for you

More than the ocean and even more

More than the sea shells ever on the shore.

My golden haired fairy queen,

My angel in her gracious sheen

‘Beauty’ is YOU and so is your SOUL

Those hazel green eyes-reflect you pure.

My gift of life, a soul sweetest

A big bear hug and many kisses.

To my soul sister and life’s harness

Happy Birthday Lenu, God Bless!

~~~***~~~

~senryu~

Loveless, listless me.

Sitting near the blue stream

Forever waiting.

~~~***~~~

A senryu is a three line Japanese poem structurally similar to haiku. It is unrhymed and the subject is based on human nature. it too has three lines of verses consisting of five, seven and five syllables respectively.

PS. It is my very first attempt. :)

*pic: deviantART

SITARA !

“You are my star but the day you will understand this I will be a star” these were the last words of Sitara before they parted never to meet again.

***

‘But did we part never to meet again or our fate has some different plans.’- standing alone in the balcony Devesh thought to himself. Suddenly almost after eight long years he was thinking about her may be for the second time. But why was he thinking about her? He kept asking himself the same question again and again not to get any answers. And was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when Shweta joined him in the balcony.

“Do you want anything, honey” Shweta asked him.

“Yes dear, an Apology. Can I get it, Shweta?”

“ Devesh! I have forgotten it long ago and now you should forget it too.”

“Hmmm!”

“Now tell me anything else apart from this?”

“YOU…always beside me.”

“Oh! Honey! I love you!”

“I love you too sweetheart!”

And they hugged each other.

But again his eyes were fixed on that solitary star in the north of the sky.

“What are you looking at, honey?”

“Woh tara” (“that star”)

“Don’t you worry, dear! SHE IS YOUR STAR!”


Now Devesh was again left alone with that solitary star. 

‘She is your STAR…what does that mean?’ his thought process became active once again.
God knows what struck his brain that he immediately rushed inside the store room and like a mad started searching for something. At last he found an old MTNL land line number inside some old papers and useless documents.

‘Is the number still working? Do they still live in the same place?’

‘Ok! Let me try at least’

Without wasting any more time in thoughts whether to call or not he rushed back to his room and  dialed the phone number.

“Hello! Devesh Chatterjee this side. May I speak to Sitara Das please?”

“No! Not possible.”

“Oh! Has she left the place? Can you please tell me where she is now? Any number to contact her?

“She is no more.”

The telephone-line was disconnected from the other side but Devesh felt as if someone has disconnected her lifeline. He could not believe what he had heard right now.

‘No more! But how come and when?’

He was in a deep shock and was feeling drowsy. Very slowly his shocked mind entered inside a deep tunnel of some lost memories and some half-covered truths. The more he entered inside the tunnel the more he explored. He could hear some one’s voice reciting the stories from the pages of his life through poetry. On concentrating a bit he came to know that the voice was of no one else’s but his own. The poetry that he was reciting was so vividly explained that he actually started to visualize each and every scene of it.

‘Mr. Devesh Chatterjee is one lucky happy man. He has name, fame, money, status and everything that one expects from one’s life. He is a proud father of two beautiful kids and is a lucky husband of a perfect lady. He is one damn lucky and a happy man. Lucky he is for sure but is he actually happy?

Eight years ago Devesh abandoned Sitara and married Shweta. No it’s not like that he didn’t love Sitara. Surely he did. Sitara was the star of his eyes but was too childish and imperfect for a man like Devesh Chatterjee. Even the name Sitara sounded too much old fashioned to him.
On the contrary Shweta was a perfect blend of modernity, grace, and talent. She was the epitome of beauty with brains. Even the name Shweta spelled confidence to him. In short Shweta was a perfect match for devesh.

But after eight years of so called happy married life does he still consider Shweta his perfect match? Is he still proud of her? Can he consider himself happy?

“You know what is the problem with you, Shweta? ….you are too much perfect. As much as that you are beyond one’s tolerance.”

“Oh! Is it like that! I am glad to know this. But no, my dear hubby, you are wrong. The truth is something else.”

“Oh! Ya! Why don’t you let me know the truth?”

“Leave it, Devesh. You are not macho enough to handle the truth.”

“What! What! You mean to say that I am not a man enough to handle the truth?”

“I said macho and not man. And anyways I don’t think cowards should consider themselves Man.”

“Oh! Really! And that’s what you think of me, you pompous woman.”

“I told you na that you cannot handle the truth. But as you are so curious to know it so for your curiosity’s sake here the truth comes …”

“Why are you silent? Come on shoot fast.”

“You don’t actually have any problem with my being a perfect lady but the truth is that you can’t accept your own imperfections in every field of life.”

“My biggest mistake in life is you. Oh! How I wish I had married Sitara and not any Shweta.”

“I always knew it, Devesh, that you still love Sitara and today you confirmed the truth.”

“No, it’s not a matter of love but at least she would have tried her best to keep me happy unlike you. I wish she was still my aankhon ka tara( star of my eyes)"

“Devesh, you are sick! How come you can be so selfish! I pity you, Mr. Devesh Chatterjee. For the first time in my life I am ashamed of being your wife.

“If you are so much ashamed of me then why you are here? Why don’t you leave me and my house immediately? What’s stopping you to do so huh?...You are a beauty goddess…a so called perfect woman…so many perfect men are waiting for you outside this house…go to them…be happy... why are you here….”

Devesh kept on shouting like a moron. As if Shweta had hit him hard on his male ego and thus he was shivering in humiliation and anger.
Without giving any reply to devesh’s nasty comments, Shweta left the house immediately along with his two kids.

An hour later of drinking too much, Devesh left the house too and set on a journey that had no destination. He was totally out of control and the car he was driving was not listening to him at all.

Suddenly his dangerously reddened eyes fell on someone walking on the pavement. He was too drunk that he couldn’t even make out whether it was a man or a woman, a child or an adult. But still a name came out from deep with in his heart. He shouted “Sitaraaaaaaaaa….” But before he could understand anything (anyways he was in no position to understand anything), his car was totally out of his control.

And the next moment he found himself on a hospital bed. His whole body was smeared in blood and he felt that each drop of his blood was yelling and abusing him.
Though he couldn’t see anything right now but he could imagine that his perfect wife was crying for him for the very first time in her life…his two innocent kids were crying for him too though they were still too young to understand what Death means.
Devesh was out of danger and right now in deep sleep (at least the doctors thought that he was sleeping). But he could hear Dr. Moitra’s conversation with his wife:

“Do not worry, Mrs. Chatterjee, your husband is now totally out of danger.”

“I know Dr. Moitra that Devesh is out of danger. Now. But what will happen when he comes to know about his loss. He will shatter, doctor. Is there nobody to help us? and god, that police case is also there ? Oh! lord! My whole life has fallen apart within a fraction of second!”

“Not at all, Mrs. Chatterjee. Everything will be fine soon. Just have patience and have faith in god.”

“I have faith in god, doctor. But who can help him now? I am ready to pay anything”

“This is not required, Mrs. Chatterjee. You and your husband are indeed very lucky. Before leaving this world forever the deceased has taken back the police case that her parents have filed against your husband.”

“What?”

“Not only that. Her last wish was to donate her eyes to your husband.”

“Oh! My god! Doctor, can I meet her parents ?”

“No. They have left the hospital and moreover they don’t want to.”

“But, doctor, I just want to convey my regards to them plus any amount of money or any kind of help they ask for.”

“This is what the problem with you, people. You measure everything with money only. I am sorry to say but you people do not understand the value of emotions.” 

“But doctor…!”

“He is my star and I am his aankhon ka tara and I will remain so forever and ever. So what the day he will understand this…I WILL BE A STAR!”

I can’t understand you doctor!”

“These were sitara’s last words”

Shweta couldn’t utter a single word after that as her voice choked with pain.

***

“Devesh, it’s time for you medicines” with a jerk Shweta’s voice pulled him out from the tunnel of some lost memories and some half-known truths. But two tear drops abandoned his eyes without even asking him, as if they have wanted for long to leave his eyes but were not getting any reasons for that.

Somehow he managed to hide his tears from his loving wife and swallowed all the tablets and syrups without giving any trouble to Shweta unlike other days.

“Wow! You are such a good boy today! What’s the matter my honey-bunny!” there was a sparkle in her eyes as she uttered these words.

Without giving any reply to Shweta, Devesh again came back to the balcony. The sky is still cloudy and moonless. But that small star is still there in the north side of the sky…standing all alone but twinkling with pride.

~~~***~~~

***wrote this story long back on 28th feb'08. Almost a year now. 

"The Birth" - A Nonet

A call was heard from inside the womb.

Wrapped in love, Entity arrives-

Celebratious homecoming.

Life marked in divine light.

Doors of horizon-

Welcomes the Birth.

Love and Hope

Ushers

Joy!!!

NONET: A nonet has nine lines. The first line has 9 syllables, the second line 8 syllables, the third line 7 syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with 1 syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

Line 1: 9 syllables- A/call/was /heard/from/in/side/the/womb.

Line 2: 8 syllables- Wrapped/in/love,/En/ti/ty/ar/rives

Line 3: 7 syllables- Ce/le/bra/tious/home/com/ing.

Line 4: 6 syllables- Life/marked /in/di/vine/light.

Line 5: 5 syllables- Doors/of /ho/ri/zon-

Line 6: 4 syllables- Wel/comes/the/Birth.

Line 7: 3 syllables- Love/and/Hope

Line 8: 2 syllables- Ush/ers

Line 9: 1 syllables- Joy

~~~***~~~

Just A Scribble.

When dreams shatter, the heart bleeds.
But new flower blooms after every crushing
And spreads the fragrance everywhere.

~~~***~~~

For Anonymous ;)

I was wandering in this world like an ignorent soul,
Knew nothing about love and life as a whole.
Suddenly.. You came to my life
As quietly as possible
And you touched me...and changed me as quietly as possible.
For me you are not the wild storm
But the pleasant… soft wind
Full of fresh love and cares to the hilt...
You are the sea full of Love and maturity..
I am the free flowing river of emotions lacking maturity...
You are not the rose that can be found everywhere
But some wild rare flower..
That only few can get.
I am the deer... and you are the forest,
I am the bird...and you are the sky,
I am the rain... and you are the cloud,
I am the ray...but you are the sun,
I am the moon ...but you are the nite,
I am the fire....but you are the light,
I am the rock...and you are my strength.
You are the heart...but I am the beats,
You are the life...and I am the soul..
You are the one..who made me believe..
That I am beautiful and as special as a queen.
You are the one..who made me to feel
That my silly heart is also capable of loving.
Thanx for coming to my life as a friend.
Thanx for taking me to the wild wild rain.
Thanx for bringing my real self out.
Thanx for givin me the voice
To shout out loud..
Now I can see that the world is truely beautiful..
And I m as beautiful as the dew drops on the grass..
Now my life is not the same anymore..
Because now I know how to love freely..
Now my heart beats for love...and with love only..
And every beat of mine shouts that

I LOVE YOU ..and..YOU ONLY.....

~~~***~~~

Wrote this silly poem atleast two years ago....so u must have found hell lot of childish elements in it. but still i love the poem so much :D ....cos that's what i am... a big time silly :P

~~~***~~~

Wish you all a Very Happy Valentine's DAY. :)

Forbidden… is it?

Can love ever be called forbidden--
Just because from the world
It is kept hidden?

Lips can be sealed
From uttering those three words
But how will you stop
The voice of two hearts?

Tears can dry, visions can blur
But how on earth
Can love ever lose its colour?
The shine can fade,
The shade can pale
But its existence will be there
Inside somewhere.

It can never be expressed
Neither can be shown.
Outside the soul
Can never be grown.
But it will exist
Inside somewhere
Even after death
Forever hidden.
Yet how can you say
It is forbidden?

Who are you to call it so?
When this hidden love is
Not bothering you?

Love is love
No matter what.
Ending on eternity
Starting from forever.

~~~***~~~

copyright © 2007-08 preetilatasarkar

***image source: internet

A World Through My White Window

TAGGED!!! For the first time. :) By Virtual Rambler.

About Virtual Rambler....what should I say... it's just a couple of days that i know this rambler... n i just love the way he rambles about anything and evrything. He has tagged me to the "writing meme". thnx Rambler. I am honoured.

Ramler has very low expectations on me about whthr I will do the tag or not. But here I go to keep his expectations alive. I hope you will like it.

Hmmm…. Writing is something which comes very naturally to me. Till date I fail 2 write if something doesn’t creep n crawl in my heart on its own. And I also hate editing my writtings (may be I am too lazy to do so :P ). so guys n gals get ready for a basket(a big one) full of spelling..grammtical ...and god knows what kinda mistakes ;)

My first love is no doubt Poetry. I think I can do somewhat justice to my free flowing emotions of verses but when it comes to prose writing….i am not sure of my ability. (but i think i must post my prosses also...after all they are mine only...n i love thm 2...so y do the partiality with it...!)

Writing has always been an integral part of my life since my childhood days. But blogging started all of a sudden. A lot many times I was forced by my dear frenz to start a blog (they have too much belief of my writing skills...n i think i hvnt let thm down) but I didn’t agree to them at that time at all.

Then why the hell I am here now…???

I know many of my blogger frenz are here because of their love for writing…or to kill time…or just to break loose themselves from the memory of someone. (A hell lot of other reasons must be there.)

But these reasons are not applicable for me.

Yes, I do love writing…but blogging is not an outcome of my love for writing.

I do want to kill my time…But not by blogging (my diary is much more convenient for this work…n oh I love painting on pepal leaf)

Then… do I blog to break myself loose from someone’s sorrowful memories??? …. Believe me my dear frenz…this is not a reason at all…though the memories have contributed a lot in it.

I never started blogging to keep myself away from someone’s memories… but to keep those memories intact to my heart…my soul…my life. As a result I decided to unfold some special parts of my soul through my li’l white window.
Honestly I want to keep that “someone’s” beautiful yet sorrowful or sorrowful yet beautiful memories alive for ever and believe me blogging has no doubt helped me to do so ( else m sure those would have become dull...boring…n have faded away by now…afterall time has got so much power in its hands.)

Basically I write in Bengali but sometime I do pen down my itsy-bitsy thoughts in Hindi and English too. Currently I am maintaining two blogs. “Moner Janala Dhore” in Bengali and “White Window” in English.
“Moner Janala Dhore” means “Striaght from the Window of My Heart”.

Now arrises another big question, why only “window” and not some other title?

Am I obssessed with a window? ... Many a times I have asked the same question to myself again n again (my frenz also ask me d same question often). And whenever I have given a deep thought; the answer that always comes out is a big “NO”. No I am not obssessed with a window. I am not fanatic about anything. But I am simply in love with a window.

Is it because I am not free and through this li’l window only I have chosen to get atleast a glimpse of freedom???
Not really. I’ve got the full freedom to do anything keeping in mind the consequences ( …have to follow my parents guidelines afterall )

Then what is this “white window” n why I am in love with it…???
Hmmm…actually it’s nothing but just a slice of my silly heart…a reflection of my soul…a shadow of my hidden self.
It’s a medium to connect with my own self. It is to see the sky outside…the birds…the bees…the flowers…leaves …dusk…dawn…moon…sun... all my frenz…and anything and everything that my eyes...my heart…my soul…want to explore.
I just love it when my teachers turn me out of the class just because many a times I keep staring out of the window without bothering what they are teaching.
I love to wake up in the midnight ...just to stand by my window to stare at the black sky.
I love it when the beautiful sun graces my sleepy face in the morning with its majestic rays.
I love evrything abt it …to conclude I am simply in love with my li’l window. Afterall it gives voice to my soul’s murmurs…wings to my imaginations….n a roller-coaster ride to my wild but innocent fantacies.

And look what a life here!….wowwwww!!!….memories have turned to be so sweet and so adorable. And see the plus point of blogging… I hv gained so many beautiful frenz here. Each and evry body is a priceless gem. Oh!…how rich I have become… Just a few months of blogging…and my basket is full of beautiful hearts. Do I need anything else… Nahhhhhhhhh….I'hv got more than enough…much…much…much more than what I’hv expected. Thnx blogspot.com…thnx…my li’l window….thnx all my frenz…I can never afford to loose u guys ever. U all have made my life so much more beautiful…. You guys simply rock…!!! …may god bless u all.

So here I will end the meme with:

Oh my sweet li’l window.
Alwys remain wide open
Through you I see a world
Which never existed before.
You are
my friend …my strength …my hope.
A pure reflection of my soul
You are such a shadow of mine
Which is purely eternal.
I don’t want to keep myself
Hidden from d world any more.
Through you I want to explore
The world and my soul.
And the connection in between the two.

Oh!!! now it's my turn to tag! ...hmmm...ok i will tag :

Sameera: she is the kohinoor of my collection. these days she is busy. she may not get the time to do the tag. but sammy dear..do it whenever u get the time. :)

Priya: wowwww wat a poetic soul she is. just visit her journal once. m sure you will fall in love with her poems.

Vikas: again a soulful poet. he is the owner of beautiful blog.

little writter : an honest critique of my writtings. n a genious when it comes to writting poetry.

Pixiedust: a far away friend from seven-seas. a great story teller.

~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

A Small Token of Love

Only two months old
Is my li’l “White Window”.
It is my friend, my strength, my shadow,
Reflection of my soul,
A collection of my
Sorrows, dreams n hopes.

My “White Window” is wide open
& through this window
I have gained
A lot many beautiful frenz.

Each n every one has accepted me
With open hearts n warm hugs.
& coz of their love n wishes
I am continuosly rising from the rugs.

“Thnx & lots of love n wishes 4 all my frenz who have alwys inspired me to do better. Your encauraging comments hv alwys inspired me to write straight from my heart”
~~~~~~***~~~~~~

Here I want to mention a spcl name.
With whom I’ve developed a bond
Which is beyond my ability
To explain in mere words.

It’s Just a few days that we know each other
But from the very first day itself
We share our colors, tears n dreams together.

Is it just a coincident???
No it can’t be.

Any guesses about who she is..?

Yes, it is you Sameera!
Yes you “The Haven’s Angel”.
Not because you have bestowed
The “Candlied Apple” award to me.
But because of the limitless
Love, care n strength
You have showred on me.

With you I share a special bond
& am thankful that you understnd it
From the depth of your beautiful heart.
~~~~~~***~~~~~~

Frenz…
I wanted to explain all this in
Much more details.
But then I realized
Relationships are better
Never explained.
Because no matter how hard we try
We can never understand
Why “FEELINGS” always
Wins the race and
Tops the chart.

“The best most beautiful thing in this world can’t be seen or even touched or explained. They must be felt with the heart.”

~~~~~***~~~~~

THNX SAMEERA :)

~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

SMILE

How jolly I am.
How happy I am
People are jealous of me
Because I always smile.
My smile is my asset,
My smile is my strength,
Now a days it has become my identity.

There’s always a twinkle in my eyes.
And a radiant glow on my face.
Because I smile a smile
Which is not fake.
I only smile…n smile…n smile.
My smile is something
Which comes from deep within my heart
And never leaves my face.

My smile is so true.
My smile is so pure.
My smile is so sweet.
My smile is so innocent.
My smile is so dear to me
Because
In the garb of my smile
I hide all my pain and suffering
To face the world
With my head held high.

~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

My Audible Colours !!!

Honey,
Can you hear the colours of my life?
Yes! They are audible.
Listen to them once dear,
Listen to them once.

My blue is calling you.
It’s full of sorrows.
It wants to fall down as tears.
So it wants you
To be near.
Please be there honey
Please be there.

My angry soul is red.
It has seen you on the bridge
With that brunette.
And please don’t tell me
That she is your friend
And you were discussing on
Something called urgent.

Oh! Dear!
My happy soul is green.
On you I want to lean.
I want to hug u tight
Please come and hold me again.

My heart is shouting yellow
It’s singing a song
Full of mellow.
Come and hold my hand
And let us cross the river.

Ah! Don’t be afraid
It’s not at all deep.
Come on Hun!
Letz go there
To the other side of the river
To touch the gigling rainbow
And to smell the smiling flowers.

Oh! There’s a swing pink in colour.
And a concreate bench
With greyish tint.

Come on, Shona!
Let’s go to that
VIBGYOR world
And listen to the
Audible colours of our heart.

~~~preetilata~~~

copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar