THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Friday, April 13, 2007

soul for sale...

Sparingly used; touched (only) by one.

9 comments:

M (tread softly upon) said...

and the one liners keep getting more profound :))

Seashells said...

@ m(tsu)
Happens involuntarily when you're caught in the throes of something internecine...

Siraj said...

Bhav kitna lagaya?

Seashells said...

@ siraj
Aap jo bhi khushi se de den saab... !!! bus boney karwa do... :-P

Shruti said...

impressive....

perspective inc said...

Poignant!

Seashells said...

@ shruti
Thanks. also for visiting. be back again :)

@ perspective inc
not even trying to scale the heights you reach with some of your verses.

supriya said...

Beautiful!! MAde me smile. Is it original tho?

Seashells said...

Thanks :)... All original, you bet !!!