one of my fav post in my previous blog.
he
he makes me fall for him...i trip n fall
he picks me up...i fall for him again
n again...yet again...
again
again....
he falls along with me
we enjoy it
we fall together
togther again
it hurts
the pain of falling again n again
yet i seem to enjoy the wounds
he dosent
gives up on falling wd me
it would be the never ending process if i hadnt been 'his cup of tea'.
he broke my heart to pieces
Beautifully written...
ReplyDeletethanx.:)
ReplyDeletecould find many dimensions it it...dunno whether it was intended or it was my restless mind...
ReplyDeletemaybe...:)
ReplyDeleteam nt quite sure about ur dimensions altho.
hu..
ReplyDeleteme too start falling..
but may not hold the cup of tea..