Baby loves to amuse herself with everything which seems interesting to her....

She is still in her cradle... in an attempt to lift herself and to mark her little footsteps... to reach out and hold that tip of finger, of her higher-ups... who really walk so fast...fast...and fast...on those big long roads furnished with 26 pretty alphabets. Baby loves those colours crafted by the shades of those big and small alphabets. Baby's little eyes turns wide to see her elders walk through those shades chanting so lovely and loud. It brings a cute red smile...and she too tries to imitate her elders... But her chanting is still a jabber... higher-ups will, for sure love to hear her babble... and would chant to her more... so that baby will soon start chanting on her own...and in a hope that they will forgive baby babbler for her misspelled chants...


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Babbler beholds her bonds…

A longing that bloomed on its own…and the time when those longings lament…the violins of love that sings the calm and composed melody…as a silent tender pain…all those coddled castles in the air…when pinched and flipped in the wheel of life…from a distance the soft breeze that brush over brings an aching sigh…On the lush green branches of life…in the moonlight, when the chirping love birds where fast asleep…someone came and whispered in my ears…your lovely voice crushed by tears..

All those lamp light memories….flashing when flickered and burnt…abide by its side… gazing…a tear drop twinkled at the corner of my eyes…when over those flower beds that never blushed… when over those shores that never rained with flowers…it echoes in my ears your shattered voice…
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