Enchanted
One of the few things noticed while walking in a maze, Is how earnestly the next turn is beseeching you gaze, Although you already know this isn’t any race, Yet, you fervently want to just get out of the place.
One of the few things noticed while walking in a maze, Is how earnestly the next turn is beseeching you gaze, Although you already know this isn’t any race, Yet, you fervently want to just get out of the place.
There are few who can really lay claim to knowing missing you, I need not prove it, when I say I belong to the missing few, Because I am one of the few, who tried getting away from you, Only
We knew there was no other place, but the mountain top, Because this was where everybody we knew, had set up shop, I still remember, the location was merely the first of many a grouse, But that still meant, that
The day when you thought we were seeing too much of each other, And had thus gotten too familiar and bored with one another, You suggested that we maintain some distance and create space, And try to see if we
It is surprising how two little words can play with your life, Like frozen butter being teased by a serrated knife, They hang on at the tip of a person’s tongue, And then vanish like the tune of a paean