on your marks ...
get set ...
goooooo ......
jus roll down
smell the air, pulling aside the hair from your face..
let ur eyes, brush past a new sight every fleeting moment
let your cheeks be kissed by the sun till you are content
halt in the middle of nowhere, step out n explore all by urself
walk, run or hide in the fields, n color urself yellow or emerald
climb up a tree or discover an old old well
allow your instincts to be guided by smell
go mad over parathas, with butter melting over it
follow it up with a spl. cutting to win over ur guilt
as u say good bye to the sun, there's something still left
a walk down a lane, unknown, i promise, u'll never forget
it's like opening a letter with sweet anticipation
or sitting back n planning a really long vacation
a wish goes from the heart to slow down the time
Ctrl –S these memories, Ambrosial, Pure n Sublime !!
